I feel like I am being taken to pieces
by love,
and it's beautiful, clanging pain
I would not give up.
All the people I knew so much
what a wonderful invention to keep in touch
they reach out, catching hold with steel trap hands
and pull, as I scroll falling all the way down
some bottomless wall
you'd think it would slow my descent. But no,
as pieces of me held taut dislocate, and finally
rip pulling free, the further I fall.
Herkily jerked to stops, then torn,
shot through with bliss of rediscovery
seeing how happy each
one is: how happy you are,
and you, and
you,
agonies of loss. Happy for
the sake of the people you've lost, though.
How could it be otherwise
and still have been true?
There is so much love
I'm so happy to see you
again,
so much.
You don't even know.
But we're through, aren't we?
Nor should you know. Look on, to your
life and loves - tend, and
take care now, and grow.
Somewhere overhead,
some star in the sky
wiggled just like a tooth, almost ready
to lose itself.
What if it's true
your whole life flashes by
in front of your eyes
when your time comes due?
How could you even tell?
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