Shift to What I thought - Now chards Smashed Crushed What I thought I knew Is not what is or was Cracks form Stretch out like rivulets Mapped and remembered On my topography Small fractures Open to deep chasms And the divide now grows Stains have blemished And run along old vein fractures Crazing over Super glue won’t fix this mess The bits are too remote Or get swept under the fridge Scattered but not forgotten This time though They are not lined up And pieced together The parts that remain Splintered Damaged goods You are my empty tea cup dear Remembering Is not the same as being What was there Is not now Polaroid snapshots of what were Are only that Flat Only partial shots Of a still and long ago moment Did it exist or only the idea