The Vase

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


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