On the floor.
It happened. Once broken, some things will remain that way.
Some defeats have no comebacks
Some sequels are just never going to happen.
Stop trying to resurrect them.
Case closed. End of story.
If there is some sort of return
Some sort of resurgence
Its form will be of a different glory
Its color of a novel hue.
Some things are just destined to change
And once they do there is no going back.
Perhaps the breaking is rather an unveiling
Maybe the deep contents of this heart could not have been
Any other way.
Could it be, that this breaking is in fact
The making of something more significant.
That the jagged edges of this broken pottery
Are a design of their own?
Let nothing be wasted
Every fragment has its place.
The greater the breaking
The greater the mend..
Leave each piece exactly where it is
For the Potter to find
And begin again.