Glass is shattered,
and pieces are scattered.
A window that once showed a glimpse of hope.
Has now been cracked and torn, and this pressure feels like my neck and a rope.
Being without you feels like an empty void.
Do you remember those good times we enjoyed?
On my hands and knees, I will put together the fractions of what once was a clear picture of love.
Because being without her is something I can't think of.