The Path Scattered With Shards

You look at me,

And the clouds seem to drop,

From above our drooping heads,

As tears begin to follow them.

Blue shards of the sky,

Rain down like splinters,

That match your eye color.

The broken windows of your soul,

That leave me to cut my feet,

As I make my way towards you.

A mourning lover,

Wondering why the better half,

Of her heart had to be broken so soon, but,

That was years ago.

Now, the sky falls,

With 2 am nightmares.

It crushes me with the weight of life.

I am buried under expectation,

And the invisible, heavy, but intangible,

Gravity of an anonymous future.