Asunder, reasons why

I think it will be like breathing after fire


Clean entering my lungs

On second thought

perhaps more like ripping pasted papers

the stronger the glue,

the more bits that will never find their way

back to belonging.

Two hearts sit on either side


the mystery of the heavier solved

only when you uncurl your white fingers

Tell me, what kills a lily sooner –

the honest frost it collects because it is a lily and nothing else

or the warm certainty of a slow undermining,

it’s just that you could be so much more

The glue still glistens

on the shiny new petals,

he steps back and smiles

at so much less a lily




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