Glass Shards

I won't reach out
to touch anything -
it's the only way
to avoid the sting...

I won't look back
or figure it out -
it's time to learn
to go without...

I won't try
to mend broken glass -
that is shattered into
and would never last...

with only epoxy
to hold it together -
the cut it left
was there to sever...

any attachment
to something not real -
the pain of the cut
left nothing to feel.