For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem 'Blue Stanzas

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.