Fragile Canvas

Who is there when not loving?

Who exists if not giving?

A taped-together heart, held out,

Hoping it will be taken,

Seen like a priceless work of art—

Something to be admired,

Never touched.

Because the moment it is,

Everything falls apart.

Tears of acceptance fall,

Breaths of doubt are drawn.

How can someone so wonderful,

Hold broken pieces in hand,

And not see that putting them together

Is a waste of time?

Once the whole picture is seen,

Departure feels inevitable.

The puzzle, complete,

No longer new or shiny—

Just a worn-out puzzle with missing pieces,

In a worn-out box,

Lost but never found.