Shattered

Sometimes the most innocuous things in life, elude us. For the past few months, I have made a grevious error- one that undoubtedly has caused pain to those close to me- and somehow, cannot find a way to express my sorrow.

Death touches us in so many ways. It always seems to be coming back, muted whispers like tendrils of a memory long past, snaking and swirling around my conscious. At times it seems as though it were yesterday, vivid and poignant, as though the memory had been branded upon my mind, searing and burning. Other times it is distant, and far away, a vague memory obscured by a shroud of self-denial.

Tears seem infinite, hapiness appears ephemeral.

She saw it happen. In front of her. An explosion, death and then brittle glass shattered into so many shards- sharp and broken forever. How can I deny that image? How can I face her, and form words to defend?