Unrepairable Remark

An impossible task confronts me,
To piece together an unusual jigsaw:
A mirror that is now smashed.

Nobody knows where it broke
Fragmented clues tell a confused story,
A sentence here, a word there,
A paragraph which makes me stop and stare.

Must find some beginning amidst this disorder,
But the reticent onlookers constantly change their story.
I can find no harmony amongst these broken lives
Sharp "hello's" and forced smiles.

Can you ever undo what is done?
No, you can never repair what was never there.
A fragile gloss with a rough sense of purpose,
But now it's broken all is lost.

I can no longer see myself in their midst,
"That's seven years bad luck", mutters the bin
As the drunken chaotic puzzle of self-pity crashes in.