Eggshell Love

A poem

Photo by Viktor Talashuk on Unsplash

Broken eggshells litter the floor.
Rampaging humans sweep insults
Under the table, high and mighty like
Some Gods, which we know we are not.
So sorry doesn’t cut it. Hollow apologies don’t
Erase the words we came to regret.
Love — Hey Good Lookin’, whatcha got cookin’? —
Sometimes it feels like a dozen perfect eggs