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Broken Glass

Amid the smoldering timbers
of a house burned
to the ground,
ignited by broken promises,
misunderstandings, unforgiveness,
the glass heart lay shattered
on the slate tile.

Sharp edges protrude,
irregular shapes, which once fit
so perfectly into the soulmate,
now a lost piece to a puzzle,
one piece in search
of a vast puzzle
that once came together
so beautifully at
Our Lady of the Pines.

The puzzle fell apart,
piece by piece,
broken dream by broken heart.
Only one piece left,
on the tile floor,
jagged misfit
of a puzzle piece,
too shattered to dare
believe in love

Nothing fits
after a divorce.

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