This Is Where I Sit And Stare

I can't look at that.
Or think about it.
It's heartbreaking.

                                But not in the overly dramatic life shattering way.
     Just in the way where it's like a tiny little bluebird's egg breaking.

And the little crackling noise it makes.

That's the kind.
It still hurts though,

Even if it is just in that small way.