They disintegrate like ash
Fluttering away on lofty breezes
I am nothing and they are always something
Something glittery and unattainable
Pieces of a whole that I will never have
Parts of a picture-perfect world that I will never see
There for a split second in time
Then drifting away at warp speed
Friends are often like that
Hold them close while you can

© 2018 Michelle Cook