Broken Toys

Do you mourn an end
That came too soon?
A love that might have been?

We are haunted by
Potentiality
Long after
The broken pieces of
Our pretty, untouched toys
Are swept away.

It was all so illusory.
Illusion remains.
Illusion is such an empty cup.

“Might have been” is
A notion that can grow
To fill your whole world.

Pretending can become
A way of life if we let it.

We convince ourselves that
Everything would be different,
Everything would be all right –
If only we had our toy back.

Some of us do survive our losses.
Some of us prefer to
get even and go on,
Though we're never quite the same.

Loss can be a growth experience.

But lives change,
Lives are twisted, and
All over a broken toy.