I tumbled down the curves and contours
Losing shape every time you took a turn.
I created pathways through and between
The others that struggled to hold shape.
I blended with others to create something
Much larger than we were before we met.
We now reflect brighter and bigger, the conflicting scene
That hung around us, our backdrop.
Sooner or later we will remain only
As a dried out remnant of what
We once were.
Raindrops on my windshield