only the last look
before you leave
the last kiss
and you are gone

I wait the door to slam
before I scatter
to pieces of glass
that falls on the floor

piece by piece
I repair myself
glueing together
splinters of my soul

your look
didn't shatter me
your kiss
didn't entirely break me

like Fenix from ashes
I'll straighten my feathers
I become whole
and I flourish