No idea on how to start, she gently picked up her pieces of glass.
The shards glittered like diamonds,
She fought the urge to put the glass in her pocket.

Just a little piece of beauty,
That’s all I ask for.
Her thoughts spoken in her head.
The voice was calm, small and timid
To the world as the girl spoke.

Where the glass came from,
She wasn’t sure.
Her eyes wandered towards the sky,
In case more of the glass would fall down
From the stars.

Maybe the glittering pieces in her palm
Were broken stars?
Then each star was nothing
But a promise from him.
For his promise to her was broken.

The girl closed her fist
Around the glittering glass,
Ignored the blood
That was dripping from her hand.
Her eyes stayed focused on the sky.
The frost made the night clear
And her eyes froze.
The tears had long ago stopped.
These pieces of glass weren’t the first broken promise.