What a mess
What a beautifully crafted mess,
And I'm letting it roll off of my shoulders like
Hot wax.
Your last look was a chandelier
Your words granite columns
All toppling into a landscape I trudged through,
Bare feet.
In the most sideways manner,
It was exactly what you needed.
I hacked at the tendons, the muscle, the tissue
That held you so organically to my side.
One calcified tumor,
Was it you or I?
And we'll go on existing,
Our membranes of being so separate,
Just like we were always meant to be
Before
We came careening into each other.
1 comment:
You have an amazing talent for making the ugly in life as beautiful as a flower with your words. Sometimes I wonder what I did in life to deserve such an amazing daughter. You are incredible, my love.
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