a 2 am poem, still untitled

the night is weary a broken lover is a poet, is made of glass, fragile but forged in fire. she says farewell to him, it's a parting that begs for redemption. he remembers her words, turns them over and over in his hands, like a childhood toy discarded and remembered, he needs to keep himself busy now. heartbreak to him, is habit-forming. [for a friend and sis]