One stone smooth and pretty
Rests on the one whose texture is gritty
Just two, pretty stable and standing proudly.
You blink once and there are not two but three
The stones lying on top of me
But you are still holding it together nicely.
Then out of nowhere, another one appears
This from the one you used to hold dear
The one who has now dissappeared.
Four stones, still holding strong
I'm still able to pretend nothing is wrong
Still feeling that this is where I belong.
But then the pile keeps on increasing
I lose count, my chest is heaving
Till all the stones suddenly fall on top of me.
They break my nose, knock out my teeth
All the stones, so heavy with my grief
And now, everything is red and messy.
You bleed,you cry
You get up, you lie
You lie back down as more stones appear
New and shiny, one after the other