You broke me into pieces
Slammed a sheet of glass
Which was only cracked
Down onto the floor

You didn't move or grab
A dust pan or even a broom
Not a single finger lifted
As your heavy arms rested

You didn't sweep me up
The pieces of me were all left
Scattered shards and glittering dust
Littered across the floor

You walked out the door
I hope you don't worry because
Lately, people see beauty
In broken glass and open doors