1Mar2015 Poetry Posted in diary of a wife by angie wirthlin You broke the windows to my soul. Jagged glass that let in the cold. I boarded up my heart and called your name, my past. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related