Droplet of Time

Your palms are turned upward
Cupping slivers of my troubled sea
Your heart is open
Holding pieces of what I ought to be
All you ask of me is a smile
You could ask for everything

In my tiny hands
I hold your ruins turned mountains
In my battered heart
I grasp your falsities turned truths
All I ask of you is everything you give
I could never ask for more

Keep what you have of me safely, please
The next time I fall to pieces I will need it
I plan to begin in the middle next time
Right after all that is heated

Thank you for giving me a little to hold
A few spare parts you had lying about
I know you do not really need to give them
Unlike I who must give some to all

And in this glistening moment
This droplet of time
Let's not think of what it could have been
Let's think of all it has become
This gilded rose with hidden thorns
A tightrope walker with open arms