Разбитый Шар

Dust on the cardboard box lid. I forgot where I had it hid. Open it up and the smell comes out, Of pine needles and of doubt. Here is the angel with a broken wing. Here is the plastic diamond ring. I remember the shop where we bought the stuff. It seems so close and yet so far. You laughed when I dropped the glass red ball. Now I'm staring at the empty wall. I hang them up one by one, a Ritual that must be done. Fragile things we handle with care, But they break so easy in the winter Air. Reflections of a face I used to know, Distorted in the silver glass globe. I'm decorating silence. I'm decorating loss. Counting up the memory cost. Maybe I should leave them in the box. Change the keys and change the locks. But I can't stop the season coming round, Even if I'm Underground. Fragile things we handle with care, But they break so easy in the winter air. Reflections of a face I used to know, Distorted in the silver glass globe. I'm decorating silence. I'm decorating loss. Counting up the memory cost. Just let it break.