Chopped by Silver

I’ve been cut apart

Shards inhabit my chest, making it hard to breathe

Now a ghastly figure, slick with sorrow

Each second constricts tighter

Bewaring my end

Ahead, an eternity of angst, longing, and regret

She will never be mine

Another will hold her

Comfort her

Love her

My bloodshot eyes linger on an object

A symbol of a future without me in it

It sparkles in the sunlight, searing my eyes

She turns to me

Pleads with me to understand

Before she walks down the isle to another man