Pieces

And we fall,
Broken into pieces.
We pick the pieces up,
Before they fade with the wind,
Trying to recover
That which is left...

The remains of a lesson,
The ends of a beginning...

Sulk amongst the pain of the broken,
Shattered.

Interrogated.

Annihilated.

And the recovery is slow,
Molasses.
Glue, sliding down tape...

Maybe it never happens.
We just accept the failure.

And we move on.
Move in many, many pieces.