crumbled pieces lay in shaking hands
that for too long forgot what it meant
to hold softly
slowly at first with tiny sounds echoing
as gravity pulled it down to soon-to-be cement floors,
tracing intricate patterns across once smooth valleys,
now dried into graying deserts littered with neglect,
and dying laughter.
away at dried blood that always refuses to flake
until the drops became rivers, rivers into oceans,
splintering as it
knicked at fingertips
remember this moment,
carve it into the memory of a desert
longing to be a valley, and
laughter that gargles amongst rivers
that once dreamt of being oceans.
that is the message.