Poetry

something breaks

all I’m trying to do
is put the clean dishes up.
                                  
but then
I hear a loud crash.
                                  
I turn around to see
the shattered remains
of a drinking glass
all over
the kitchen floor.
                                  
my girlfriend
walks in and asks,
“what was that?”
                                  
“it was just this
old glass”,
I say.
                                  
she starts to tear up
and tells me,
“that was the last gift
my grandma
ever got me.”
                                  
and that’s when I realize
how easy it is
to hurt someone
with nothing
but your own carelessness.
                                          
~Gabriel Bates
                                  
Tiffin, Ohio, USA

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