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A blank wall

remnants of us

By Sarah LennPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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It takes my breath away sometimes

our fall from closeness

your words once flowing in

familiar daily conversation

now land in disjointed pieces

seemingly on whim

across random spaces of time

cast by unseen dice

to a game that keeps changing

~~~

I try to catch those

flickers of light in my outstretched hand

like fireflies passing in the night

my hands open empty, scarred

I place another bandage

hoping to do better next time

life continues its ebb and flow

awareness of you fading

in and out

~~~

Return to the status quo

as you so aptly labeled it

long ago

the remnants of us, reframed

a mismatched decoupage on a blank wall

flickers of a discarded life

once familiar, estranged now

Is it only my breath that catches

with the ache of it all?

~~~

You are like a string tied

around my finger

a constant reminder of our

frayed connection

One day it will be better

I will stop writing of you

and forget why I ever tried

to catch a wild, bright thing

or worse still,

to fall in love with one

heartbreak

About the Creator

Sarah Lenn

Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...

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    Written by Sarah Lenn