SoulReserve

Porcelain

You,
are so fleetingly
delicate,
I hold you
in the palms of my hands
mixed with rainwater,
You are the faint
fragrance
of dreams
I bartered
over sleep,
always insufficient,
fragmented,
diffused into
hope
from frail memories,
And you leave
so often,
you remain amiss
flimsy
in my clasp,
The way someone broke you,
and my love can never quite
keep you
together.

© SoulReserve 2016

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