The Bond

I am holding the brightly glowing globe of our intimacy between us.

Our bond, our complicity, our friendship.

Its light illuminates my smiling face.

You reach for the ball, which falls on the ground.

I pick it up, dusting the dirt off.

It’s shiny again.

But you reach over…

And I pick up and clean.

Again.

And again.

The last time, you step on it, breaking it to pieces.

To dust.

To dirt.

There is nothing, you say

No bond, no love, nothing.

I have to agree

There is nothing anymore.