Prismatic Glass Parts

Step through this doorway
And you’ll find me waiting there.
Promises made
But are not fulfilled.
You didn’t know her like I did,
This argument rises
In solitary confinement
Tainted with stains
As black veins separate
Prismatic glass parts.
Dark matter lines
Coloured worlds
Of yearnings
Love, deftly tracing
This shattered illusion.
They separate slowly
Rotating, revealing,
Dispersing in microgravity.

But eventually they’ll
Reach the surface
With no force to
Keep them in orbit.
They’ll fall like rockets,
Fragments will shatter
Upon contact,
Unless they burn up first.

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