The Crack in the Glass

The crack runs between the two of us splitting us apart as if the photo itself somehow knows we are no longer together with a pain in my heart that is almost unbearable. I place the photo back on the shelf and try to ignore the sorrow such thoughts can only bring instead I turn and gaze out the south facing window and think back to the day a mere few weeks earlier when we had stumbled upon the thing. long hairline crack in the glass I finger it briefly and wonder why Emma had not mentioned it before it must have happened during the move she said.

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