"Quit holding on to what she was
She doesn't recognize you
Or herself anymore
She's stuck in the process
Of embracing what crumbles
And when it happens
There will be no apologies
She chose to collapse what held her
And if not cautious
There may never be
A cradle to soften her descent
Like clouds, New shapes are taken
but they're not always actual
They're never tangible
never tangible"











