snap
when the first branch broke,
i should've done something.
i should've taken a moment,
looked behind me,
and assessed the problem.
instead,
i kept walking,
dragging you along,
and praying
you wouldn't notice the fallen branch.
snap
with the second breakage,
appeared the denial.
i shrouded myself
in reasons there were none to worry.
but there were,
so many.
and i ignored them,
because i felt safer
and lighter
in my bubble of ignorance.
snap
and then came the third,
this one was my fault,
i know.
you even tried
to talk about it.
but i
pretended
there was nothing to worry about
and it was all a mistake.
snap
at the fourth,
i realized my mistake.
i tried to make it right,
i tried everything.
and nothing,
nothing worked.
snap
now i know it was too late.
snap
i turned around,
to fix it,
but you were already gone.
and the only things left
of you
were the six snapped branches.
snap
snap
snap
snap
snap
snap
until there is nothing left
YOU ARE READING
𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
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