Good writing, but that’s by the way. Most things we value are fickle, think of beautiful bubbles that we chase and humans too. They come and leave with memories, which often becomes a burden. It is hard when they are dead, but harder when they are breathing fine and simply stop caring.

But we can’t hold on for too long, else, we would miss out on other amazing things, experiences and persons that would, for the time being {if they don’t stay forever} weld our broken pieces. Xx.

You articulate your thoughts well though, and poem is awesome! 😂