I remember the morning my world  s h a t t e r e d. It came, bursting and bright, barreling through our bedroom window like a meteor. I didn’t stir. After the explosion you slipped from the safety of our bed, quiet and calm, and placed your feet upon the shards of me I had yet to discover had been br ok en. Tell me, did your feet bleed? I heard you, sweeping up the jagged pieces of confidence that I would forget I lost and listened to you count the days, you knew, I would struggle to breathe….