erode

For countless times
You have moved against that same surface
Soothing, at times abrasive
But always cold and soulless
To the touch.
For countless times
Your echoes have resonated
Whenever you seep through;
And each time you pull back,
You
Unknowingly [perhaps not]
Break,
Take tiny fragments,
Erode pieces,
Bit
By
Bit.
For countless times
You’ll do this again and again
Until there is barely enough left
That wholeness can never be restored.