break

He returns home ... to the house of wood and stone
Everything is torn down and ravished by our brutal times

The stairs upon which he watched the sky
The tree under which he cried

He anxiously ran towards that corner of the garden
where an old fence resides

Started turning the earth ... as though there's something to find
and there it was a little metal box ... which no longer shined

He cracked it open .... and there it was ... what he sought
Not a memory ... Neither was it money
Nothing precious ... To any other
Just a shard of glass

he wiped it anxiously
and it was brought back to life

it shined and glittered in the sun
and was still as sharp as it used to be
It's edges stained with a brown tint
which he knew very well

It took him a long time to come to terms with it again
but now he knew what to do
he threw it on the hard ground as he walked on to his car
and stretchedhand to open his car
as his bruised wrist revealed scars of a memory long gone by