Whispers Behind Cracked Glass
A poem of memories and faded connection written by Joseph Persichetti.
She finds it tucked beneath a stack of yellowed letters,
an old photograph sealed behind cracked glass.
Two figures captured in the hush of a distant afternoon,
friends once, their laughter tracing the edge of a memory.
She holds it up to the light, with bated breath,
as if exhaling too hard might shatter the delicate scene.
In the dim outlines, she sees how time slipped its fingers into the space between those linked arms,
loosening bonds that once felt unbreakable.
The hurt is quiet now, not a scream but a low ache,
like a bruise pressed gently.
It hums with all the words unspoken,
with blame that faded into uncertain silence.
Healing, she knows, is slow as ivy creeping over old stone.
She sets the photograph down without wiping the dust,
letting those soft shadows remain.
The two faces behind glass still smile
as if they carry no scars. She lets them keep their secret,
understanding that this gentle surrender
is how one learns to live with what’s gone.
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