Points of light and colored arrows
Cut the dark with shards of pain,
And glisten hard within the night,
Slicing life against the grain.

If dropping crystal breaks the sphere
And paves the ground with sparks of glass,
Then dripping feet will soak the earth
And stain to red the growing grass.

There is no way to mend the breaks
And paste the bits, rebuild the whole.
I say, “I’m sorry,” but in truth
Apology is not the goal.

And if I break a harder thing
And shatter love in time of need,
It’s useless still to beg for help,
Though both need help; we only bleed.

Not all are perfect, not all kind,
Not all judicious, sober, true.
I give all things that I can give
And simply say: I love/need you.