fickle

You gave me this.

It’s as fragile
As a dandelion seed.

I must hold it
tight in my hand,
Believing I have it
Though I can’t look
to check if it’s still there.

For if I did take a peek,
Even my faintest breath
Might blow it away.

And how torn I shall be
That I could never get it back.
No matter if it took me forever
To chase it.

Photo from: Lumiadrama

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