they come
and leave
pieces
of their lives
within the room
mirrored fragments of dreams
shattered
scattered
upon
the dawning hope of healing
fringed eyes
glisten
we listen
as stories spill out
running
rivulets
upon clinched hands
gingerly
we peel
whisper thin layers
folding each back
like fragile rose petals
one atop the other
round
and
round
into the deepest core of them
fragrant particles of pain
permeate the air
making it difficult to breath
together
we pick through the jagged pieces
creating wholeness as best we can
knowing
it is only a quick fix
to send them on their way
hoping
next time
they will stay
just a little bit longer
By Yvette Massey
Written by special request from a friend.
Photo Credit: “Why Me” borrowed from Public Domain
