The glass shattered against the wall
in anger
and will never be returned
to its earlier state.

Pieces
strewn across a carpet
deflect moonlight
beautifully
and best
represents our today,
better than any other words
do.

The shards
soon to be swept
collected
tossed
are the truth of us
now.

I could say I’m sorry
but what solace
would that provide?