Shard

That pursuit of knowledge deeply outweighing the pursuit happiness,

Her bloody grip staining his swinging ropes…braided right between his halo and wrapped below his chin,

She…into his eyes as they avert life…shoving holes in the dirt,

The cries of his old space cut the present in two.

She is the ship that sank bringing every part of them down into displaced shards of ceiling glass where his rope gave,

His rope laid firmly on black ground as he witnessed his last fall.