A Panic Poem by James B. Christian

I screamed for what seemed like ages but was never heard.
I frantically tried to salvage the pieces from the ground.
But they were already trampled and crushed.
She watched for what seemed like only moments and then drew near.
She meticulously placed the pieces in my hand.
And they took shape and began to function.
She spoke in a whisper, only for me.
I whispered back but she was gone. And my heart was again, back on the ground.