Piece by piece

You watched me pick up broken glass before,

A slight mishap, sparkling dust on the floor.

You'd lean against the cream-colored door-frame,

Arms crossed as I picked up piece by piece.

And you watched me like an eagle,

But I never looked up into your eyes.

I didn't need to. I could feel the disappointment.

When the job is done, I already know,

That you left a long, long,

Time ago.

DION A.