Broken Bottle

Lose a moment
As we turn
Idly flipping backwards
Leafing through the memories
Etched in blood and sweat
Aged in brine and grief
The walls are closing in
The walls are caving in
Stretched upon the floor
I see your angry face
Through waves of disillusionment
I see your bitter eyes
Love, you said
As you staggered 
To the door
Love, you said
I remember very clearly
The way you held 
Your worn and weary face
As you leaned against the door
Heavy, your heart
Burned and blackened, your soul
Charred, your essence
struggled lamely on
To love, you said
Was all you wanted to do
I could not see now
what now seems so plain
As looking at the
Hole in the wall
I cradle my now
Broken hand