Glass Vase

I used to have a glass vase It used to be beautiful It used to hold everything It broke one day Someone pushed it off it's shelf It's broken now And so is everything that was in it I still have a shard of it's glass It digs into my hand sometimes It always hurts Even when I don't think about it Some days I wonder if I'll ever let go Sometimes I wish I could But it's so hard But the cut hurts so much I can't decide But one day when I do let it go Maybe the cut will heal