Hold the broken pieces in your hand of the vase you bought,
So perfect, not quite the same as the one you really wanted,
But almost perfect enough that you glue the pieces back
Though it can never hold real flowers in water again.
So it holds silk flowers-
silver medal never gold,
Second best never good enough
As the first, the original.
Now it’s flawed forever
Scarred forever marred forever.
Can never hold water again.
Can never be whole again.
Can never be perfect again.
Can never be the one you said you wanted.
Can only be hidden, faced to a wall,
Boxed up locked up
Might as well be thrown away
For it’s not worth the effort
To recycle reuse repurpose
The pieces into something
more beautiful than the original.
It’s not worth the effort to love it more now
Than when you bought it…
Because it isn’t what you wanted in the first place.