Unseen Break

Your careless words—a stone tossed clear,

sailing through the open air.

No aim, no mark, but sharp it fell,

a crack that runs beneath the shell.

I trace the fracture, slow and sure,

where trust was glass, now unsure.

You never saw the break you made,

but light caught edges, slowly frayed.

The sun sets low through shattered glass,

a silence where the pieces pass.