Brittle Bonds

It is with a leaden heart 

And a silent tear

I touch our brittle bond

That I once praised for its strength

And now I watch it tear

Watch it crumble.

I couldn't fathom

The weight of bad encounters

Nor the deceitful lightness of good ones

Despite all my efforts, poems

Dedications in your honor

One mishap seems enough

For you to drift away.

The bond we had

A mother and daughter

Was enough to move mountains

Raise skyscrapers

Create suns

Create moons.

Now it is with a leaden heart

And a silent tear

I watch it all wither away

Like a spring flower

Tiny and delicate

and brittle.