Foolishness

Foolishness

Is watching an ornate vase

Hurtle toward the stone-cold ground

And still having a flicker of hope

That you can catch it just in time.

Foolishness

Is squeezing the bar of soap

So hard

So desperately

That it slips through your fingers,

Despite your most earnest attempts

To keep it with you.

Foolishness

Is checking your mailbox

Every day

For a letter you know was never sent.

Foolishness

Is looking at the remnants of

What used to be a beautiful friendship

And trying to pretend

Nothing has changed.