As Beads Scatter
As beads scatter in a
Nonchalant manner,
The synthetic droplets
Shift along the concrete.
In your supple rigid palm
Peer a couple more tears.
The pearls you had saved,
Like myself, a long time ago.
…Alike they are forsaken,
Baffled, taken to the ground,
Discarded by your blue eyes,
And broken by your hand.
Glass and I are common beings,
Fragile in your company,
Snapped by your affection,
Weeping, shattered by collision.
Away you tread, not only on soil,
Alas, I stitch up the pieces.
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