have you ever read a book about someone that you knew
crossed path and was a part of their life for a while
and then everything fell apart
you're both strangers again

it's funny
because as you read
the closer you get to the day the author is going to narrate about
when it all fell apart
and you already know what is going to happen

you start thinking
little did the author know
that in xx days time
everything you held dear
was going to disappear
into fine dust
and be swept away by the wind
never to be pieced together again
never to be seen again

you really start to think
did you with your own hands
shatter this piece of beautifully-shaped glass
by holding on too tight
or did the author let go of it
let it drop to the ground
to the same effect
the sound of breaking glass
till today still echoes deep within me
still comes back to haunt me now and then

because without both hands
this piece of glass
is doomed to shatter

there is one way to get it back into one piece:
to pick up the pieces
rekindle the fire
melt them
shape it back
let it cool
and you'll have back the one piece although it's never to be in the same shape as before

one hand by itself is unable to do that
it takes two hands
two hands to clap
two hands to pick up the pieces
two hands to shape it
two hands to carry it with care

it's time to let the echoes dissipate into silence
it's time to move on