Always

Your surface reflects
one that admires you most

like a small china teacup.

I delicately press my lips to your skin
warm full of the memories we brewed

together.

I treasure you in my hands
because you’re too delicate

to fall apart on the tile

though I will always

be here

to put your pieces

back
together.

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2 thoughts on “Always

  1. 🙂 I like this. Not often I hear someone mentioning they will remain after the person has shattered. Good piece.

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