Tread Gently
That which you hold in your hands is my heart.
Be gentle, ouch, no, please do not squeeze so tightly.
Wait, I believe you just dropped something, more than just something.
You never even noticed that you held it, or the blood trail that lingers on your fingertips.
I see that glint in your eye as you trounce on it.
Squish - it's limp.
Oh bless you for retrieving what remains.
For that which you hold in your hands is my heart.
Be gentle, ouch, no, I told you not to squeeze so tightly.
Wait, I believe you just dropped something, more than just something. again.
The dried blood trail that lingers on your fingertips flows again.
Please cradle it dearly. And tread gently that's clear.
