She is sharded,
so you try
to hold
her pieces
into place,
but you find
the pressing friction
only makes a
finer grind.

As glass
returns to sand
you’ll find her falling
through your fingers.
Try to cup your hands
to catch her,
and she’ll slip
right through
your skin.

So look away
and whisper.

Even air can
blur her edges.

Even water
wears her down.