Broken Things

I cannot step back through thresholds.
I drag lost lives, lost loves
and forgotten conversation
from this line that is hooked to my heart.
All is chum bait for predacious me
and for those that I have set upon me.

Go sun
and let me spin with a colder star.
Go moon
and let me learn the night by touch.
Glass is more dangerous than fragile
and we, more fragile than dangerous.

Hear how we speak of broken things,
of hearts, of hopes, of promises,
while, in all of these,
we break ourselves.