My hands are dry, they crack and bleed.
It is too cold. Too dark.
It is the things you took for granted,
Gone away

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When it was not yet real
He wouldn't let go
When it was then made real
He wouldn't hold on

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It is mourning
I am sure it is mourning
But there is no sun

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An Unraveling

It falls apart so quickly
Something that took
Days, Weeks, Months
Of sustained effort

To build
Is so fragile
That it shatters
With one drop

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A fire well-tended
can burn forever

The spring was such
a bright bloom that
I fight the dying fall
and the dead winter

I don't want to wither
and have to bloom
over again, potentially
with less brilliancy

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Change
When you are not yet fully formed
Feels like creation

Change
When you believe yourself to be whole
Feels like destruction

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The wanderer in me is tired

Exhaling, but the lips purse
And the breath becomes a blow
Dredging up the dregs of a dying love
Into a kindling that ignites
An ember into an inferno

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