You gave me something
The other week
A lovely vase
With flowers and birds
Over a soft cream
Color
And I thought it
Was a gift of some value
So I put it out on
The stand and
Admired it
Often
And thought about how
Nice you were to have
Given me that
I walked past one day
In a moment of careless haste
And it fell and was
Dashed a million times into waste
I knew you would be angry
And I was unhappy with me
So I knelt beside
the creamy shards
pushing them together
and I saw the letter
T
So I picked up the piece
(who knew there was writing on the vase?)
and set it in front looking around
till I found the S
but U split in two but I grabbed it anyway
and I’m searching harder now
till I found the R
And then another T
But
TSURT doesn’t say
Anything at all
Until I realized how wrong I was
How bad it was
I had it all backwards
And the shards cut me
As I put them in order
(Hoping that I was wrong)
Till they spell my shame
T-R-U-S-T
My bloody fingers
Can’t fix this mess at all
And sorry doesn’t cut
It like the shards have cut me
And I don’t know what to say