I feel my body unpicked –

A multitude of fibres

Each strained, each wrenched apart.


A part is pain,

Another loss

Of love newfound

Cast away.


A way just out of reach

Stands in full view obscured

I stretch, yet cannot follow


For low the fall…

Foregone all hope

Of certain ground

Lead astray.


A stray remembrance haunts

Of words remained unspoken

A longing ever present


Pre sent in blood,

Penned painfully.

What’s left is


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