UnFix

The glue that holds all, I break
It comes apart in my hands
Snap -
Sticky, brittle, shards
Crumbling and disintegrating...

I stare
Why ?
It forms to dust
Scattering in my hand...

Then, only then, I know it’s too late
The glue comes back
Only not as strong
But it holds me,
To everything,
Holds me to you.
I touch
Hesitant,
Fearful,
But it loves.
It’s warm,
It cares,
I clutch it,
Pull it close.
Protect it from the wind...