blind faith

you dont let go
theres simply nothing left for you to hold on to

with one careless swipe of your hand
you overturn the cup
and water spills all over the table
soaking the papers
and the ink become nothing but blue smudges
try to salvage it but they tear instead
so fragile and delicate
a steady trickle to the floor
tiny water droplets
like the tears that i try so hard to keep back
glass rolling across the wood
watch wide eyed as it reaches the edge of the table
before shattering on the floor
shards fly in all directions
you get up and simply walk away
and i am left alone to pick up the broken pieces