vickyknockers

I am entirely broken pieces.
All these shards of broken glass amaze me.
These pieces of my puzzle all lay before me.
Who knew so little could become so much?

All of them are fragmented.
For the life of me, I cannot properly fit them back together.
For the life of me, I cannot begin to understand this mess.

I have lost a few pieces.
I will never again be able to properly finish this puzzle.
I will never again know what it was like when it was whole.

This time I must be careful,
For a single touch will recreate this mess.
For a single touch may loose other important pieces.

And all I see is broken glass,
And all I see is broken glass.