to those who have lost someone they love to something they
can not fight.

the rope is cut, the gun is fired.
but the glass will not shatter.
just out of reach and far to close
to only the heart do the pieces matter.

it couldn't be stopped
the words tangle out.
instantly they aren't true.
fighting the glass
blood and sin against power
simply, they can't break through

one grasp could change it
one string still attached
if only they could see.
the one chance not taken,
strung heavy through air
innialated, smoldered, painful to be.

the droplets have fallen,
always to be parted
the battle is over
before it has started.