Of Heartbreak and Parody

They walk slowly,
Down an unguided path.
Fistful of shards;
Stabbing into each hand.

Mother.
Brother.
Child.
Friend.

They didn't know.
Bout the glass they held.
Or did they?
You'd think it'd be an easy tell.

It started with a smile.
A punch.
A kiss.
A push.

Then a scowl,
A slap,
A lie,
A walk.

In the other direction.

It ended with a tear,
A grasp,
A plea,
A silence.

Didn't happen all at once.
Time rolls on.
But it did happen.
Rinse and repeat.

But it didn't end.
It wasn't finished.
Not til they kept walking.
Stand, and stare at there back.

You're left, alone.
Staring downwards.
Gaping hole in your chest.
Steady trickle, then downpour.

Stuck.
Locked in place.
Right in the middle,
Of heartbreak and parody.