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Feb 2014
Invisible Thread

It is in the aftermath that the worst occurs
The devastation in the knowing
That we are nearly parting
The silence after being
US
The laying there saying nothing
Listening to us breathing
Just waiting,just watching the clock ticking
Willing it to slow

This is the last time I say
I need to make it work

The still after the storm
We rushed at first
Dismissing my rings
Impatient with each other
Needing the feel of us in each other's skin
In each other's bones
Tangled with our limbs

This is the last time I say
I need to make it work

Above the bed words are suspended in air
All things unsaid between us
Just out of reach,to high too grasp
The sweet somethings
That are agony to say as it would be admitting
That we are something
Something we weren't expecting
So we say nothing
Lay there waiting

But we could be everything
As we are perfection
Earth shattering,heaven like
Almost
Shuddering against one another
Trying to catch our breath
As though we are the only ones  in this world living
Existing only for this
So we are watching
My wedding rings shining
Waiting for the inevitable
The me
leaving you

I unwillingly walking away
The magnetic pull struggling against me
Like a net around my body
Pulling me back to you
My insides in agony
Our invisible thread near snapping
Stretching as far as possible

This is the last time I say
I need to make it work

Over my shoulder your staring
With knowledge in your eyes
A slight curl of your lips
As you know it's all lies
I'll be back again
Or we surely won't survive
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