all i need is a miracle

Round little marbles of water bounce through my fingers.
My open hands struggle to catch them as they glint in the light,
Drop,
Bounce,
Roll,
Scratch along the floor.

When I can touch them, they are wet
And slip through my fingers.
There is no holding on.
My relationship with you is insubstantial.
I am left scrambling after them
On hands and knees,
Sobbing as more fall.

Why do you leave me alone
In this house?
With these thoughts?
With this pulling tide in my head and heart?

I hate what you do to me.
I will never ask you to stop.