Drop....

Drop it from your hands, why are you still holding it....
its not yours….
Drop it from the rooftops,
let it fall like it wants to break apart,
let it shriek and cry out aloud
and leave behind a resonant reminder....
Drop it as fast as you can,
it wasn’t meant to be ….
Drop it sooner than last autumn,
all the heat's bottled up and corked up tight....
Drop it smooth,
let the ripples touch your feet to calm and soothe....
Drop it like a dead leaf,
leaves do fall after a certain time,
nothing new,
what have you to hold it anyway....
Drop it....
you very well will soon enough....
you know it.....
and I know it too....
drop....
drop....