Fractured Wholeness

A mug rolls off the edge, shatters the calm,

a sharp crack breaks silence, a heart like a bomb.

Two halves glisten, reflections of pain,

each piece holds a moment, a whisper of strain.

Fragile connections, so easy to sever,

life’s little treasures—both lost and endeavor.

I sweep up the pieces, but hold back my breath,

for in every fracture, there’s a story of death.