Evidence

Every fault in the glass
Reveals a tiny portion of the story
Not just the demise
Accidental or
Intentional

But of life before

The path of cracks
Not just determined by type of impact
But weaknesses of circumstances
The powerful stare of our broiling nearest star
The minute detritus of living nature
Weaponized by the force of the wind
Every impact
Not just the ones we notice
Not just the ones that crack

Even the transparent
Cannot evade the erosion of enduring this life.
Though the evidence may not appear
Until we break.