broken glass

there is a feeling
it starts wih a sound
long rememebered by the mind
it starles us and even its echoes
have the strange intentions
of convincings us
of their existence
it happens and if it happens
it's broken
it will never be the same
broken glass
the glue you may put
will barely
hold toghether
the warm feling
the admiration
for what it one was
a darling piece
but from now on
starting with the sound
it is just
broken glass