I am glass

You are my rewind button.

Watch as I fly backwards,
forming a mirror once again.

Look at me.

Who would have guessed
that this beautiful glass figurine
was moments ago
on the floor?

Look -
you picked me up
Even though I'd been ground to dust
just hours before

Hold this beautiful figure -
this beautiful fragile figure -
but be careful . . .
Because who will fix me if you break me?