broken vase

how could you not tell me so?

after all this time your absence I have regretted

how could you fail to mention it? How?

I stared at the vase, the resplendent vase,

then and now shattered into a million tainted pieces

The pieces now scattered on the old wooden dusty floor

where can I stand without cutting my feet? 

You cannot, your feet will suffer by the million sharp pieces, 

your feet will bleed from the cuts and will be painful to walk,

and there is no need to stop the bleeding

for as soon as it stops, it will start bleeding again

What of the dust, will it stay on my feet?

yes, attempting to wash them, I scrubbed and scrubbed but the dust remained

I saw myself flying to get to the other side

feeling my feet quiescent as I moved slowly to the door

are you there at the door? shall I answer?

as I moved to the door, closer and closer, not touching the floor

I felt the pieces and dust on my feet, start to fall to the dusty floor

the million pieces of the tainted resplendent vase now reforming

together as I float to the door, 

my feet are clean and the bleeding has stopped,

the air is so heavy, the heat from the floor causes my tears to drop

to fall into the dust and the broken pieces and brings out fears

I cry, weeping, longing for the pieces to come together,

the anguish and prolonged time apart not together,

My tears cover the floor, washing away the dust on the door

please come my love in with me, 

so that together the vase will be

resplendent, whole, dustfree, in our cabin,

held together by the life that will set us free,

no more tainted, no more bleeding, no more crying

the vase whole and resplendid once again it will be