Your words spilled as I was gutted

Her silhouette became the blueprint of everything I wasn't

My body lay disintegrating into the thread count

Where we once laid and blended limbs until we felt whole

Placing bones, one on top of the other

Like a maze for anyone who tried to unravel

Now I lay with just one body and no heart

Heaving for air as I recall the times you whispered promises

Validating a love I had not predicted would build resilience

How should I beg when you leave?

What pattern of words would make the love run deeper than regret?