Priceless
I treat you with the utmost care.
I wear these white gloves to handle you.
As you were fragile,
easily dinged,
and breakable.
I didn't do it because
I was frightened,
I did it for you.
But now I see
the hairline cracks,
the chipped paint.
I let too much happen to you,
I wasn't looking at the
big picture.
While I thought I protected you,
I thought I was doing you a favor,
when in reality,
I did you a disservice.
But now, the gloves are off,
and I will hold onto you
as I should have,
from the start.
For you are too priceless
to treat otherwise.
Copyright © Jason Sharko | Year Posted 2019
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