i stare at my hands / cold and calloused / i wonder how did i ever manage to lose you / was my grasp too loose / you couldn't feel warm / or was it because i held you too tight for so, so long / you couldn't feel your blood running no more / so you decided it best to escape from my constricting grip / and yet, i didn't feel anything / no movement / no noise from ugly chains / just me / standing on the edge of my dreams / all empty / wondering how i ever managed to lose you
& myself.
YOU ARE READING
A TOAST FOR TEARS
Poetrythese are the crystal tears that will soon caress my marble statue
