Nick Knacks

It fell and broke and now it’s lying there shattered on the floor, A jagged edge of something sharp, I wonder what it was for? What did it used to be a part of before it ended up in this state? Something smooth and cool but now it looks like we’re just a little late. We’ll never be able to get it back together so what are we to do? We’ll never find all of it anyway and we don’t have any glue. Just pick it up with extra care and gently set it on the table, The one who lost it will need it if he should ever be more stable. The broken shards of a memory that no longer fits together, Lost from the recesses of his mind and from his thoughts forever.