I can't stop the pain
that fills my eyes with tears,
that colors my world, ash gray,
that reflects from the shards
of my heart, like sunlight
glinting on broken pieces
of a cheap, bottle of wine.
I can't stop the pain,
but I can live with it
by first sweeping up the fragments
of this love affair
and dumping them on the rubble
of shattered dreams,
I keep in the back of my mind.