When things break, little one,
Don’t try to mend them
If things must break; let them break fully.
Don’t buy new toys
To set the shifting scene
In the shape of the remembered
To create the familiar stage anew.
New toys with gossamer fancy –
Deprived of the hardy sweat that
Dripped into the old tenacious sinews,
Now worn and frayed by worldly cares –
Fast and frivolous, snap.
If things must break; let them shatter.
The painful shards of memory
Will bring you more delight
Than that of a rushed embrace.