Pieces
She gives it away
Trusting that it will be held tightly, cherished, and protected
But the more she gives the more they step away
They take it, leave it on the ground, and walk away
Sometimes they come back for it, but by then it's far too late
It has already began to rust like a piece of metal dissolved in acid rain
It is damaged, broken, used
She comes back for it
It is lacking
Diminished, faded, weakened
Pieces have been chipped away that will never return
Gone with the wind and the oceans and into the Earth...
