And in those moments – when the pieces of what we were catch the sun – I’ll remember just how beautiful it was.
Just how beautiful it will always be.
Because it was us.
And we were magic.
Forever.
Do you think I can have one more kiss?
I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go.
Maybe, also, one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner.
I’ll be full and happy and we can part.
But, in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time?
…we grew UP.
When something b r e a k s,
if the pieces are large enough,
you can fix it.
Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break.
They "shatter".
But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.