We dangle, delicate, by a thread—
Neither bold enough
to sever it clean.
We are that stubborn milk tooth,
A remnant of what we once were,
A relic that refuses to fall.
This whole,
this divided,
this half-life,
an echo too faint to hear.
I clutch at hope, a fragile glass,
cradling dreams
as if they might still breathe.
But you—
you slipped free, unbound,
your fingers untangling
from the fray
long ago,
and I,
lost in the fever of my own pulse,
failed to watch you vanish.
As usual, thank you for reading, your likes, comments and shares! Thanks to Duane for providing me with the most beautiful of artwork to sink my teeth into!
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Ephemeral beauty in these words
It is so frightening easy to dismiss to neglect and we suffer the consequences.