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vestiges of what can’t be seen
as you try to catch a glimpse
in the filtered sunlight
that catches particles of dust
of the fragments, pieces of
what you were like
not so long ago
like torn pages of a book
a bitter pill to swallow this
thing called change
this thing called
age
is always hard like diamonds
jagged edges before they are
polished smooth they scrape
your knees, making your
hands raw
for life has no smooth edges
and even glass shatters
when broken like
the remnants of a lifetime
will matter to no one but you
and as the sun drops
beneath the horizon
the glass darkens
as you try to catch a glimpse
© April 2013 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 