Broken hourglass

I wait for you again- always have-
turn the hourglass around,
and then around again
after a million years.
I stare at the sand
trickle, trickle, trickle.
I can't take it anymore
So I knock it off
(the hourglass, I mean)
And it falls
three somersaults in the air
It hits the ground, then
shatters into a million pieces
that is how my heart must look like
The hourglass is destroyed
But its beautiful
millions of tiny pieces of glass
reflecting the light
like in that disco where I first met you
I reach out to grab a few pieces
twinkling like starts and satellitesin the night sky.
I close my fist around them
tight, tighter.
It’s amusing the way they shine
through the blood
I’m starting to like it
just the way I’m starting to like myself
I walk towards the pile of
sand and broken glass
And then almost meaning to
walk over them.
Isn't it soothing, the pain?