My shattered beaker

You pledged to come no later
to the lab right after dinner.
In white coat and goggles,
at the mauve liquid I ogle.

Boil and distill our past disputes!
Filter and decant our on-going pardons!
Yet the flicker of matches reputes,
devouring my callow soul and flimsy tendons.

Recrystallize and purify our love and spirit.
To the heavens above I pray it.
Formulate our essence a forever-dyed rainbow,
in tints of red, green, and yellow.

Where, long gone with the ashes, was our reverberating laughter?
Where, once furled in carbon isotopes, was our stanch trust in sisters?
As, right in front of me, the menacing bubbles start to pop,
I back into retrospection of the sulfuric drop.

You said you will always be my heroine,
even when I
and save me from hydrochloric acid,
even when it landed on your own eyelid.

Then, one day, through centrifugal separation,
You left me
Perhaps, I should be jovial in your ablazing future,
but in sisterhood solitary, I couldn’t endure.

Fumble and stumble in dazed mist of vapor.
Clank! Clunk! Clack! “Oh! My Beaker!”
My dear, the shattered glasses are not those that glitter
But my brittle heart, agonized and clear.