A year ago, the evening sunlight
shone through the glass windows,
with the glistening color filling
the room, casting off a mirror.
Photographs sparkled of old memories of us
walking through the woods:
red, orange, and yellow leaves
trickling to the ground. I’d come so far,
so happy and content, to let anything
bring me down.

But then I saw the shattered glass
scattered beneath the table.
Once holding our memories together so close,
now becoming a distant thought.
The broken promise we swore to keep,
always being there for each other.
It felt like the world was shifting
between the now and the then.

The photographs, now, are just
distant memories of what was,
the happiness we shared
every cool summer night.
I’ll always deny that I broke his heart.
I was just letting go of the lost connections.