the funniest things
fell about us
that summer day
and like leaves,
blankets over our thoughts
a sonorous invitation
a slumbering proposal
you fell too
and i tried
yearning, burning
turning, moulding myself
into whatever shape would
hold you
and you slipped
through the nets
of my desperation
or maybe forced out
i will never know
the cut, the severation
the simple death in separation

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