Broken

Shards of Time
pierce my skin unseen,
while I gather
the broken pieces of my reflection.

Pin-pricks of pain
surprise me
when I put back together
my cracked image,
wondering
where the missing pieces have gone.

Deluge

Trembling leaves eavesdrop
on our tearful conversations
as the rain washes away our words,
swirling down the drain.

We seek shelter
in the archways of our friendship,
Holding hands and never minding
the eternal drip
that erodes and corrodes.

We never even say good-bye
in the sweeping deluge
that carries us where we go.