You came carrying reinvention,
wore it like a second skin.
Not the kind in mythology—
not a grand becoming,
but the quiet violence of survival.
You taught yourself to live when so many disappeared.
In you,
I saw a life that survived itself
Next to the ghost of my own
Ripped stitches, frayed ends
Our cut threads so similar—
They must have been of the same tapestry
Even if we were careful, courteous,
This untangling would have nicked our hearts
I am a maze of contradiction
Fashioned from a life of postponements
Each path leading back
To this final act—
Tomorrow is where lies go
to disguise themselves as intention
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
You came carrying reinvention,
wore it like a second skin.
Not the kind in mythology—
not a grand becoming,
but the quiet violence of survival.
You taught yourself to live when so many disappeared.
In you,
I saw a life that survived itself
Next to the ghost of my own
Ripped stitches, frayed ends
Our cut threads so similar—
They must have been of the same tapestry
Even if we were careful, courteous,
This untangling would have nicked our hearts
I am a maze of contradiction
Fashioned from a life of postponements
Each path leading back
To this final act—
Tomorrow is where lies go
to disguise themselves as intention
