There are no words
of any weight
of any strength
when what you've lost
has washed your world away
with one indifferent wave,
a great smashing blow.
No, it is not mine
but I hold it,
this broken shattered thing,
just long enough for
you to catch your breath,
remembering how
I could not lift
a thing
when it was mine.
If only we could
smash this pain
of spinning on such
brief and fleeting
ground.
I know:
it's not just yours
or simply mine -
but all of ours.
Yes, all of ours.