On Sunday night you let those feelings flow <br />Confronted me with your wish to change <br />The course of our lives for ever more <br />That the path will fork and we must part <br />Then you held your breath and waited <br />My response was measured grief/relief <br />But mixed heavily with heartache <br />The loss of you will leave me in pieces <br />Although I know I can re-glue myself <br />I'd rather not bare the eternal cracks <br />However faint; they tell of your love <br />Finger prints of the damage that's done <br />Now just something I have known <br />Another huge portion of me that's gone <br />And trapped in a past, just out of reach <br />While I will repair myself in time <br />My arrangement has been altered <br />And thanks to your life, mine's been bettered <br />Though now we must stake our claim <br />Land aground and plant our flags <br />And calve out our own identities again <br />Know that I carry your beautiful existence <br />Through everything I'll ever know or see <br />And somewhere in me, you'll stay forever...<br /><br />B.. Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-vase-2/
