she walked into the room
and gave me a bottle
she asked me to throw it
then i did
i threw it hard and tossed it away
for a moment, i looked at the bottle
all broken and scattered across the floor
as i turned my head back
to my surprise, i asked
why was she gone in a sudden?
i stared at the pieces again
finally i realized
that bottle was me
:) sorry for the smile.. it's a sad write.. but be sure that you're much-much more than a simple 'bottle'.. bottles can't write good poems.. ;) Thanks for sharing, Jack, and welcome at PH!
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Shattered. The feeling hits most of us at least once in our lifetimes. Thanks, Jack