the little things

a chink

a crack

a pinhole

a ripple

small things,
tiny things...
points of weakness

i had a crack on saturday
it happened on sat nite
i might've been able to stop it
i tried
i didn't recognise it when it happened
then it was too late

a crack
a chink
a ripple
a pinhole
a doorway...

i remained convinced i was fine
and it was just an over reaction
and sunday i was fine
i was kept busy
it was a glorious day

monday i felt it crumble
the brittle fragility of just frozen ice
the familarity
the hold
it's not gonna happen again
i refuse
i called and the stillness settled for a while
sleep takes it away too

and yet
all that was true in the past month
shattered without a thot in the very instant my ears recognise
my heart clenched
and i was wretched all over again

how can it be
ok
when
we're no longer
friends.