Shattered

Tears pooled

inside the gray if my eyes

as glass splintered

under my feet.

The happy childhood home

I once partook in,

vanished

with the slam of a door.

Whispers

occupied my ears,

my father's fragile figure

alternating in my mind,

his silhouette

seems to linger

although

he was not there.

Emptiness

invaded my heart,

the line now lifeless.

The dial tone

danced in my ear

"It's for your own good,"

my parents pleaded,

denoting the breakup

that was forced upon me.

The large lump in my throat

made it impossible to speak.

Heated tears fell as my heart

shattered in my chest.

I couldn't fathom a world

which did not involve my best friend

but now,

I was living in one.

That phone call,

lasting only a minute,

was the final farewell.

So many things were left unsaid

and now

will never get the chance

to be heard.

I wince,

unable to look beyond

the now closed door.

The murmuring of my mother

still persistent in my ear.

"Is he coming back?"

I asked,

my words

almost inaudible.

The comprehension

of what just happened-

stolen

by the inauspicious thought

embedding my mind.

My unanswered question lingered

in the air,

although the slience

had made it quite clear.

Emptiness

cascaded over me like water,

the shattered glass leaving scars

in more things than just my feet.

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