Fragile

Have you ever held a glass,
And felt its fragility?
Or watched a deer running,
And marveled at it's agility?

Or looked at the world around,
And seen how quickly it would fall,
If the thing that held it up was gone,
And then you lost it all?

My life is like the glass,
It's fragile, and does not bend,
With the only constant in relationships,
Is that eventually they'll end.

You are like the table,
Supporting and standing tall,
Keeping me from plunging down,
Holding me up, preventing the fall.

The Table is taken from the glass,
The ground rushing quickly near,
Falling quickly and silently,
Like the agile deer.

No way to escape gravity,
With a smash, pieces fly through the room,
The sound of my world crashing down,
Knowing my dreams will be gone soon.

So as I lay in pieces,
I pray I get put back together,
That someone will come be my glue,
And keep me together forever.