just like humpty dumpty

because there is nothing else to show for the unnacounted, the broken remnants left behind,the severed parts of ourselves that get lost somewhere in between the crevices

the empty spaces within.


i will not stumble, or be sure footed. i will not cry, or complain about the weather.


and still, this is it, this is all we will ever be:
beautiful, massive, uneven

and unable to be put back together.