My glass has been as full as the stars up above
Twinkling with bubbles, overspilling with love.
A glass crystal flute that chimed as I clinked.
In celebration, with crosses arms I linked.
My glass so empty as I missed the last wish.
Cloudy and smudged with space for anguish.
My glass has been broken, just like my heart.
That shattered in pieces and fell far apart.
But now I have two that came here as a pair.
They match one another, no need for despair.
Both glasses half full, with room for some more.
We can sit here and sip, not gulp like before.
In response to the Daily Prompt – Glass