Stained Glass

Your heart is broken

Its frayed edges 

Overshadows

The fact that 

It still beats 

This. This. 

Now this 

Pain

The kind you feel 

when one furiously 

Seeks 
Lost       

Keys

To a chest of everything you 

Hold dear. 

And finally, 

One lets go

Of 

Everything 

And 

Everything becomes

Clear.