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.