A clay statue
crumbled to bits.
I numbered the pieces
trying to glue those that fit.

I stayed..
stared at you;
numb all the way.
Jumbled and silenced
and bound under spell.

I drew..
lines on the air,
they fell on the floor,
fading away to
nothing no more.

Its true..
its time to surrender.
couldn’t dent the closed door.
spent all the pieces,
they don’t fit anymore.

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