Clouds, the molecules within them
like crystal beads of regret.
They left one another alone for too long
and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.
You are a snowstorm and I am snow boots,
you can walk with me and I will keep you steady.
But that is all: steady.
I am not steady myself, but you didn’t ask for that.
Sometimes I love myself and sometimes I am halfway there.
I wish you would see me
In a cloud maybe, that sounds nice.
I am things that break.
I am a molecule, made of regret.
I am constantly splitting.
I do not forget you, even when you break.
Because things that break, what are they again?
I guess you,
If you let it.
It, the way people are
It, the way clouds rain and rain
And it is like me. I am it.
The constant snow storm trying to ruin you,
Wait no I am the boots,
I am trying to steady you.
In the moments when we break
I am struck: to be better
Is a lifelong pursuit I will never give up.
And when things break
I will fight harder to put their molecules back together.