Dinnerware

We never buy dinnerware with the intent of throwing it out 

We hope it will serve us for our life time, and even then live on as a legacy of sorts after us

Then one day often after we’ve enjoyed its use and are satisfied, It slips

It’s even worse when someone else’s negligence is to blame

But now there’s the chip, a crack, a Permanent scar that glue just makes worse

But it’s our favorite plate 

So we still hold on

Sometime we use a different plate to spare us confronting it

Other times we reach for it, but so carefully to keep it preserved

Either way we choose to hold on

Holding on until it’s finally too broken to be used, or we are too broken to use it 

Relationships are hard!