Severed

Severed

The gold strands
that extend
from me to you
are frayed;

once lucid language,
fragmented,

foundation, shaken.

I stepped in once
like a seamstress
to mend the broken pieces

of us,

but you turned the needle
through the heart of me
and I just stood there,
without a thimble,

compassion,
my only defense.

~

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