the pain of a broken promise
the shattering of something once beautiful, pure
and as she embraces him
moving her gaze to meet his
he detects a hint in her eyes
of longing
for what could have been
turning away from the singular place
that felt like
safety
trust
hope
but with conviction
that not everything in life is meant to be something
beautiful and long lasting
running, now
each step another string inside breaking
of what she constructed in her mind
to be the source of light and joy
when all along
everything she thought she needed
could be found within herself
glass shards in her hand
catching a glimpse
in the twinkling of the night
of a reflection unknown for too long
hearing the distant slam of a door
knowing that the world now stands between them
knowing that the only thing permanent
is change itself
