Broken memories,
shattered like glass,
long, sharp,
things long past.
Sitting
and thinking
pondering your
Broken memories,
like shards of a mirror.
The reflection is crooked,
blasted into pieces,
all from different angles,
though obscured.
Though the whole picture
is still apparent.
Sitting there,
contemplating,
your memories, like glass,
Though all will be well.
Time heals wounds,
especially those of the heart.

[Gonna finish the full version soon - Any comments would help a ton!]