In the corners of the dark, damp spaces, I forgot where the transparent fragments lay. In the heat of anger and betrayal, I flung aside and it shattered all over. So while it remains deliberately unwhole, unseen and unacknowledged ever again, it sometimes spills over and leaks out and when clearing up, I inevitably find a shard. Only because I step on it.

I forgot to lay my love down gently while throwing it out, simply because it didn’t deserve further attention and care any longer. And while it was in bad light to smash it in crannies, it was in dark hope I had that it would shine for me.