• I remember picture perfect
    glazed in glass wrapped around
    your delicate frame of faux pas and mettle
    that we thought would never break,
    But you were brittle.

    And you broke --
    And we broke --

    down to the very bottom of our toes
    where print meets the ground
    and mingles with the dirt;
    our voices lapsed into no sound
    as you slid back into the Earth.