Two broken souls —
the porcelain vases have fallen to the ground,
a momentary lapse,
thoughts went awry,
the precious heirloom is broken, the fragments pill cloud high,
the pieces will never fit together again,
And even if they do, the vases will never be viewed the same.
They say that no one is to blame.
It was a momentary loss of consciousness,
Traversing outside the frame of existence,
you to act as if it never happened.
Turn your back and never…