Embers

I clutch my breast, shattered shards of the once whole, rubble our kitchen floor, mosaic of smashed wedding gifts, failed hopes, dashed dreams, ugly mugs stained hues of love, hearts drawn thin as dinner plates, dining sets burst spider webs, sacrificed to the selfish gods upon a linoleum altar. A lone survivor stares down upon our battle ground, four eyes and two smiles, on high, through glass sky, two lives, one wish, shaken, rattled not rent, blue horizons behind, I see you, you see me, cobbled streets underneath, cutting through this misery, a photo, a memory, faded not forgotten, dashed not dead, you and me, fingers entwined, dreams alive, hopes afire, walking through Madrid.