sometimes,
in the deepest hours
of the night
(when the moon
is most pale),
he sees,
in the shattered glass
of his love
(in the pieces of it),
a new reflection
of light
(diamond-like)
at the edges
where it is cut,
which could not
have been made
without it first
being broken.

in these moments,
his torn love
means more
than it did
when it was whole
(and he is
almost thankful).