sure, until it’s been smashed and broken.
our ship rocked little by little before it was destroyed to bits.
all that we were cast aside and while we didn’t break on impact,
i never thought we’d end up like this.
best friends to strangers, family ties undone. fine grains of sand
you try securing in your hands before it all slips away through the cracks—the ones that never seal, right through your fingers.
it’s not much but you repair what you can.
gather what’s left, with your faith find refuge.
except we broke like fine china,
scattered across the floor.
we came undone
just not all at once.