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Tumbling Object
Oooops slip and fumble.
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other cracking sounds followed.
Retrieving the pieces, handle separated.
Like a heart broken in two.
I placed them together.
Fitted like a glove.
Easy to repair.
This broken object.
I held with such affection.
Like a token of love's lost.
You not knowing, me not realising either.
Till that moment of frozen time.
As i watched it tumble fall & smash.
I didnt repair it.
I let it go.
Tossing it & the pieces in the bin.
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other cracking sounds followed.
Retrieving the pieces, handle separated.
Like a heart broken in two.
I placed them together.
Fitted like a glove.
Easy to repair.
This broken object.
I held with such affection.
Like a token of love's lost.
You not knowing, me not realising either.
Till that moment of frozen time.
As i watched it tumble fall & smash.
I didnt repair it.
I let it go.
Tossing it & the pieces in the bin.
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