There are some things best left unsaid

but here you are, in my head

Never leaving, never to stay

Always here, always away.

I broke the glass 

the mirror is gone

But I'm still searching

I've not moved on

I feel around

in black of darkness

I thought a shard

would bring me happiness

My hands close 'round

a piece of silver

Sliced to the bone

by a single sliver

But carefully I placed

it on the wall

I thought it'd fill the frame

but it was far too small.