Splintered

A mug slipped from my fingers, the kitchen fell still,

a clean break like silence, a rush of lost will.

It shattered in moments, two halves on the floor,

relics of morning, now fragments of more.

The jagged edge glimmers, reflecting my thoughts,

a symbol of chaos in the beauty I sought.

What was whole is now severed, its purpose undone,

like words left unspoken, lost to the run.