I remember I gathered some pieces of the broken glasses,
Half filled and half empty,
Crystal pieces all scattered around,
Slipped off the hands while making the lemonade,
Never it was meant to be broken,
Just it slipped,
And spread all over like mercury,
Difficult to be groped,
The fear of touching it,
As it might become blood through thin skin,
Poisoned inside,
Slow but lethal like love of several years,
Hollowing!
Without one knowing the harm,
The neurotoxins are absorbed,
The death take weeks or months,
But it is all absorbed within just like love!
Yes just like love!