The Structure and the Dustpan

I worked hard.

I worked hard to build this structure.
Created from chaos and an ultimatum,
It is a beautiful work of art
However, it is fragile.

Strong and sturdy at first, but after some time
It lost its strength.
The structure is still surviving, but it’s not as powerful and confident as it once was.

I wasn’t the only one who built this.
No, no.
It takes two to form this arrangement of memories.
And I’m glad that you built it with me.

However, there was another involved
So it’s two plus one more
But in order to be built, one had to go down
For three was too much for this tower.

The structure stays tall, regardless of its fragile state
But I feel like it’s becoming shaky
I may not be the only one keeping it high,
But I am the only one capable of letting it fall.

Letting it lose its balance and fall.
Only because I dropped it.

When it hits the floor, it will shatter.
And when the tower collapses,
The dustpan will end up becoming the hero.

I’m scared for the structure.
More importantly,
I’m scared that when I drop it
You’re going to be there.
The confident and powerful dustpan,
Here to help clean up the broken shards
And treat the wounds in my hand.