A plate

plunged to

the floor

shattering into

pieces from

the impact

shinning across

the tile

and my

bare feet

I sighed

deeply at

the sight

saying "please

you didn't

need to

jump just

to prove

a point",

grabbing the

broom I

began again

"What am

I supposed

to do?

I can't

put you

back together.

You wouldn't

be the same.

The glue

couldn't hold"

I swept

each piece

into my

hand the

rough sides

making little

cuts in

it's last

attempt to

explain the

tears of

goodbye in

broken pieces

of red

across my

skin and

I began

again "I

hate to

see you

go. I 

really liked

you. Goodbye

sweet plate".