Broken Bottle

[rachel500]

About this poem: I entered this in a competition for Valentine poems and came nowhere!  But I love this poem and it's story of a broken relationship.




Broken bottle on the ground
Shards of glass are all around
It was yours, my Valentine,
Perfect love of our design

I thought I was wide awake
But didn’t see the bottle break
I forget – did I let go?
Did it shatter from a blow?

Did it slip from my fingers?
The memory still lingers
Of its ideal shape and size
It required no disguise

Clear and pure, it gleamed so bright
In the dark, a shining light
It was solid to the core
Didn’t see the tiny flaw

It was just the smallest crack
Thin sharp line along the back
We both missed the warning sign
Now there is no Valentine

On the day for lovers true
We reach out for only glue
And find all the broken parts,
Fix the bottle and our hearts.

It can never be the same
Its purity stained with blame
Jagged edge cuts and mars
The bottle has so many scars

Maybe there will be a day
When at last we’ll find a way
To fuse the pieces back at last
Have the bottle of our Past

I hope this is not the end
Although, it’s so hard to mend
This broken bottle of mine
That’s my wish this Valentine.