Sitting small, holding the pieces
as I rush through our life
She’s along for the ride
my silent passenger
Jealously watching
as I ignore her and forget
willfully
her fallibility and imperfections
Her green eyes wishing
she’d learned to break
before me
Longing for a different story,
a narrative rewritten
with self upheld
Instead of the swimming sadness,
the quiet fragmentation
Love could have reached that painful place
if only she had learned to break.

Photo: Jose Valenciano, Creative Commons