What might I say that would return us now,

Back to those happy sun filled days of yore

When we, love-spun, embraced and lived as one—

Not jagged shattered fragments on the floor?

Glass hearts glued back with tears and honey words

Still flaunt as crazing cracks—the worst of time,

With all the weakness of spit-jointed shards

Where only tender eyes discern the crime.

You cannot stick shorn petals on a flower,

Return the yolk unto a broken egg,

Restrain the sun a second or an hour

Or alter yet the course that fate has laid.

These stabbing splinters smite my heart today

With all love’s poignant spears of yesterday…