standing there in the shower
tears even misted mirrors could not conceal
shards of the broken glass phial
gripped in a disbelieving palm
and its all over,
brushed carelessly by preoccupation
in a swift slow-motion
what remains are tiles stained blue
and mindless numbed hands groping
for the forgotten pieces of sanity
and not knowing why she cried,
culmulative of the mesh of inferiority
staring mediocre ordinariness in the face.

and the phrase just popped into my head and wouldnt go away
and somehow i find it so beautiful.
that, in her folly she screamed go away, and he never came back again.
just so many thoughts entwined around that innocent little line.
and no, dont haunt me for an explanation.
ive sunk it in that ocean.