It’s okay,

You didn’t mean to drop it,

People make mistakes

And it’s not their fault.

I mean

This one sort of is,

You could have caught it,

You could have saved it.

But you didn’t,

It’s slipped like butter

Out of your grasp

And onto the floor.

All that’s left now is…

Well…

Nothing,

Ha ha.

Let’s go over this again,

You slipped,

It dropped,

Whoops now it’s gone.

I pity you,

Poor little soul,

Staring sadly at your little loss,

A slip and whoops now it’s gone.

…

It was fragile though, wasn’t it?