these crystals are sharp, brittle but so soft to the touch i cradle them in my hands, facinated and awed forgetting about the warmth of my hands 

they start to melt

and i try to  grasp the water turned crystal  to hold on to them for longer  but regardless of my prayers and my desparate, desparate hope they fall through inbetween my hands 

i watch  as my hands become empty 

and in the end, there’s nothing left but my wet hands 

all these beautiful crystals you have left for me are gone  maybe i should have perseved them in a better way  but i didnt know any better  i didnt know that i was supposed to leave in the fridge to make it stay longer 

i was excited by them, and didnt think was too overcome by the giddiness of these beautiful things you left and maybe,

thats why you didnt come back