Broken by Nostalgia

But where, I ask you my love, should I stand?
With all these shards of glass scattered across the floor
The empty bottle of brandy in your hand and a lighted cigar on the other
Tell me how long shall I stand still in this little corner
Trying to avoid the mess that surrounds you
The mess that shattered you like the broken china at your feet

I would love to cross this space between us
Take every sharp sting and walk as if I walk on marble
But you said stop
Tell me where I would go back in time
Just to reach you right now

For how long will we stay this way
Broken, shattered and weakened by nostalgia
Will we ever sing together again?

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