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The glass dropps from my hand it all seems in slow motion

He’s there with her, embracing her, holding her close

He’s turning around as the glass shatters

His eyes widen in shock as shards of glass fly every where

And…. his eyes lock with mine

We’re running he’s trying to grab me…. I think

I can not help but slow

He grabs my hand

My anger over takes me

My hand is mine

I’m running again

I don’t know where I’m going

There is no colour: no colour with out my star

It’s all shades of grey - this would usually comfort me but it does not

There’s nothing

I’m finding myself and there’s a door in front of me I think it’s supposed to be brown

………. My special place

I’d forgotten where I meant to go

There’s a silver door knob….. I twist it and the door opens to reveal my place

I hit play

There’s a slow beat

The same as last time I’d been here

It’s getting faster

The music is lifting me

I let it overtake me

I realize what the song is

Our song you wrote it

And I sang it

I find myself on the floor and my shirt seems to be dripping wet

Tears

I’m fading away

And if you see me again - I’ll be able to tell you:

These are the tears I’ve shed and this is not the last time that the shattered glass, that you have made will come back to haunt you………