I really knew you loved me
That time I broke
Your favorite glass
Washed it
Dried it
And as I reached to put it
On its shelf
I bobbled it
Up in the air
Bounced off my elbow
And crash ching crunch tinkle
Glass all over the stove
Your favorite glass

What happened?
I hear from the living room
I dropped that wine glass
I whisper

Standing in the debris
Thinking still about the loss
But not the love
I hear you ask

Do you have your shoes on?

~ Robin J. Phillips, Nov. 1, 2026