all the days I kissed you
turned to glass
things break
even though it is a liquid
it can not conform to
the container of the present
I found a place where the
water is black but also green.
the hands of the sea stole
the pieces but could not hold them.
glittering they faded into the depth
there are people who collect sea glass,
the broken edges softened to translucency.
can they imagine any of the days
that were lost?
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