Falling Apart

How come
I cannot gather the crumbs
from the floor

They were once
sweet aromatic
home baked cookies

They were once
kneaded with
loving hands

They were once grains
scattered around
waiting to be moulded
into one

Published by

Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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