Broken shards of glass litter the floor

Tears streaming from our eyes like small waterfalls

The family picture,

Once chrished

Now deformed,

Destroyed.

We thought it'd never happen.

We were wrong.

His clothes still strewn around the house

His smell still lingers.

His ever-white smile burned in the back of our minds

Was it meant to be this way?

We are as broken as the picture frame...

The one she hurled against the wall.

I'd never be around him.

It'd never be the same

My colorful 9-year-old's world fading to black and white.

I sob

I kick

I scream.

"Please don't go!"

... But that doesn't stop him.

He smiles at me one more time

One of his world-brightening, crooked grins...

Before he gets in that Old Green Ford

Worlds crumbling

Emotions scrambling

Tears rising

Heart pounding

Body shaking

I fall to my knees

And weep

As that Old Green Ford...

The one I grew up in

Dissapears comletely