Shards
Jiggle and tinker
In that empty case
Once gapping and flushed
Gradually, hard shell grows over
No longer will it tear, nor will it sever
The shape that beats and resides within.

Shards
Littered and trinkled
Across the floor of surroundings
Carefully, Gingerly, tired feet tread
No longer will one look on with longing
The singular thing that stays out of reach.

Shards
Trouble yet covered
Behind the eyes of those haunted
Thoughtfully, helplessly stashed away
Though pained to see their windows clouded...
Inevitable, you know, will this once again occur...