Broke my favorite mug today And I thought of you. It somehow slipped out of my grasp And shattered on the ground. As I collected the jagged pieces And cupped them gently in my hand. Contemplated gluing them together In hopes of saving something I once always loved and reached for. But as I continued, my despair grew Because I slowly came to realize That no matter how much care How much time, and how much effort I put into its repair It would never be the same. The fissures too deep, the gaps too wide It would no longer be the mug I loved Just a shell of what it once was. It would no longer function No matter how much I willed it to. I looked down at the pieces in my palm And realized that it was done As much as I wished it wasn’t so. And while I know it’s the right decision, There will come a day, come a moment That I’ll look back and will wish I had never let go.