A Light in the Mirror

Jul

I sit here
Alone
Remembering the past

A year we
Shared together
As one

I can still feel
Your warm embrace
My hand gripped tight

I can still see
The look of your eyes
The love

Our walks by the lake
Swaying to
Blue October

First kiss
First valentines day
First anniversary

I remember loving you
And tonight I still do
But i’m missing you.

Jul

Wadded up,
tossed and torn.
“You’re broken!” she shouts
“You can never be fixed!”

The glue sits in the drawer,
rubber cement in the toolbox,
tape in the craft kit,
Band Aids in the Aid Kit.

So there I sit, just another piece of trash.
A scrape on my corner,
A dent on my side,
and now, a crack in my heart.

I had the world
72 hours ago,
I had everything I could ever want
and I had everything I needed.

Or so I thought,
See dented china cannot sit
on a table next to chipped crystal,
that’s the wisdom.

So there I sit,
alone in the gutter,
as the rain begins to fall
and streak across my face.

“What’s this!”
The trash man states
“You’d do fine on someone’s dinner table!”
and into the cab I go.

That night,
under bright lights,
repairs are made,
perfection is not.

The window, I sit,
now on display.
Dented, scraped, and broken
Just like all the other plates.

In this town,
nothings new,
everythings used
and slightly worn.

It just takes
a bit of patience,
a keen eye,
and some glue to make things right.

A Poetry Blog by B.L. McGarr