Fractured
Spider web patterns
Are traced upon
The smudged glass
A cold,
Empty home
With a broken view
Is all she has
All the pictures have
Become faded
And every mirror's smashed
But here she stays
Waiting for warmth to come back
There are ghosts in every room
And just one candle
Burning bright
On her windowsill
The floor's are stained
With salty drops
From tears long dried
