peace in shattered glass

i'm left with so many questions about what we had
who we once were together
the good and the bad
i realize now that this was all meant to be
because no matter what
i was always supposed to see
your bright days and then through to the black
what life could be like on the opposite one way track
that you labored so hard to lay down and then took
you were always made to alter my life's event book
with photographs of our years disappearing as fast as were snapped
freeing my beautiful moments from forever being trapped
just like all the dancing and all the tears
all the non-fucking erased in a moment like all of my fears
as if they were never really there
ever pushing me toward something more sacred in the upcoming years
and now i feel peace in the calm of the storm
when so many pieces of me broke off scattered and blown off like a dandelion
now i am shattered with little left
nothing but your face
your eyes, your fingers, and your breasts.