The darkness that overpowers the sun creeps into my mind like oil mixing with water. The brilliance of the sun blotched out. My blunders crawl through my veins eating away all the hope finding refuge behind my organs. One small step and I plummeted within a cloud of dust, a tangled mass of “what if’s” lodged into my temples. What if I stopped you? What if my unspoken words hadn’t roared from my mouth like a lioness trapping her prey? Now the glass window has shattered and picking up the scattered pieces is like working on a puzzle with no guide, no image to grab my wrist and pull me forward. My knees weave through the crumbs, the glass punctures more skin as I work aimlessly to patch the shattered fragments. To make us whole again. My eyes begin to fog but I torture on. That void, that nothingness came forth from the splinter on my tongue. My lips fought against my mind. They screamed my envy of your lost time. I shoved the frame until it bent under my pressure. I watched our friendship crumble over a man. This broken window is mine to fix, but yet I sense you hovering nearby. I feel your hands scavenging the wreckage. Your eyes light on mine as we toil to repair our shattered relationship. Our window evolves from a simple structure below our moving fingers to a mosaic of cracks and fractures. Grows more beautiful with every pound of our beating hearts. The sun overpowers the darkness creeping into our blood. The orange tinted stained glass light gives us a guide, an image to take our now red stained fingertips forward.