Pieces

Night soaks into the corners of her room
The pillowcase soaks in the brunt of her tears
Left alone with her thoughts
she breaks into tiny pieces
No crime has been committed
but still, she is devoured by the wracking guilt
felt by an accidental murderer
Under a different set of circumstances
she could have kept you
In a different context
there would be no regret, but joy
In a different time
she could have helped create a new
kind of life
Tonight, there are only pieces
and no one to reassemble them
No one to fix what has been broken
to save what has been lost.