Catching sight of something familiar
My wandering mind elapses yet again
A broken cup amidst numerous other things
Brings back memories of heartbreak and pain.
Its stillness contrasts the surrounding ambience
Yet, I feel drawn
towards the silent noise
Intensely gazing at the broken piece
Pondering whether I had another choice.
An oasis in the middle of a desolate desert
Must not be mistaken as a blessing in disguise
For it may vanish once you approach it
And shall never answer your desperate cries.
I run my fingers along the long crack
Trace the journey of a shattered tale
Flashing a cryptic smile at the nearby mirror
Hoping it’ll decode my message without fail.
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