I offered you a shard
as light streaked across
this broken window in my palm
Turned your face downward
lit up, your image
i held in hand
I can see you clearly
now with scratches
a crack here, a smudge there

Yet still remains a shard
severed edges in my side
i can't stand to leave it fester
Faster, light reflects
and I accepted
every flaw of yours
Look again, into that pool
green eyes gaze straight
and accept my broken window

Sink into my wound
examining the glass
and together, pull it out