Punctured

Shattered glass on the floor below,
What has just happened here, I do not know.

Images of this night flood the mind,
They bring back things I had tried to hide.

Make me remember the things I’d hated most,
That sad place of darkness that once was my host.

People question me and it all comes back,
The night of the accident; that deafening crack.

The things I thought were gone forever,
The memories of that horrible endeavor.

Come back to me as clear as ever,
Just like that night I lost you forever.