By Spence Broken glass, from picture's shattered;
Memories still remain.
Losing grasp of all that mattered,
Dwelling on the pain.
One truth that crushed so many hopes,
One heart tossed to the flames;
His balcony can see her house.
He jumps to quell the shame,
With seconds left, ten floors below...
He only hears her name.
Poem: Lost Love, Lost Lives
