And that's it

And you push me away 

Ever so nonchalantly 

A gentle nudge 

In the other direction

Takes care of it. 

All the letters remain unsent 

As they remain unwritten 

Words melt to dust 

And settle on the floor 

Quietly, and forgotten. 

Step on it

Find the thing you love the most

Could it be the touch of a hand 

Or a memory from an old page 

Or your name drawn on sand 

Could it be your mother's voice 

From a time you can't quite remember 

Her kiss on your sweaty forehead 

After a game, one cold December 

Or is it the first time you held hands 

With someone who's still unknown 

And the gentle brush of his fingers 

Across your invisible frown 

Or could it be the last time when 

You saw his dark face in the light 

A kiss that destroyed all kisses 

As he disappeared that night 

Now take that thing you love the most 

And step on it, without a care 

And watch it destroy you piece by piece 

Go on, do it, I dare.