This is your most awkward, problematic stanza:

” Slowly bandaging the wound her glass had made

Knowing that time cannot heal what has become jade

Trying to hold on to all she knew

Re-framing their picture so her memories would not fade.”

Let’s work on that. “Jade” seems forced here. To say something has become jade is not the same, or close, as saying experience has jaded someone. It’s shaky usage, which you cannot afford in the pared, pinpoint language of a poem. “Bandaging” is too long a word and makes the line awkward for being a few syllables too long. I changed it to the simpler “wrap”. “Fade” is a good, evocative word, but I moved it up to another spot in your poem, and ended with another “ade”-rhyming word instead. There are still traces of awkwardness in the last stanza, but I think it’s better overall, reads more smoothly, and tortures the language marginally less, and makes more sense.

“She wraps the wound the glass has made

And sees that time cannot heal, nor can it fade

The frame where she held the things she knew,

The shattered image where her memories are laid.”