shattering glass

its not easy,
it never is,
finding that perfect,
glass window.
the one with no finger prints,
the one that no matter what has to stay clean,
you know,
its perfect shape,
the way it looks just right,
right when the sun shines through it.
but in an instant,
it can shatter,
right into a million pieces,
you dont know why it break,
it bends,
hitting the floor like frozen rain.
soon it will be swept up,
but not before its dwelled upon,
remembered,
it was good to be known,
better to have known,
and can be replaced,
not with something better,
never,
something less,
always.
always
something
less.
never good enough,
not good enough,
never good enough,
but always there to repace.