grim(m) storyline

little bits scattered across the floor
red ones, blue ones
even black ones, as well

you follow them like a Grimm fairytale
but life has no storyline
and they fall to ashes
as soon as you pocket them
leaving you with nothing but dust

the fallen pieces are the ones
that they chose to let go
no wonder they lose their warmth
unwanted withers
and no one wants to die alone