Fort.com

Com-fort not

For my fort is gone

Only walls now

guarding my dead citadel

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Strength in protection

Love in imperfection

Bonds and bondage

Roses and thorns

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Addition becomes addiction

Subtraction becomes attraction

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I'm stuck here

counting the fault in our stars

and how many earthly sins I can take

before I confess in your arms.

My friends sit comfortably in the back yard

counting shooting stars

sipping whiskey

and you're telling me to trust

the maths that I never understood.

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I dig my fingers in the keyboard

As when I stroke your hair

Fort.com; only the signal is flatlining

…Time is too much of a distance to count

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⚜ For my late husband.

⚜ The loss of comfort as I knew it.

⚜ Pictures are selected and combined in a collage to capture the aesthetic imagery and symbolism of the poem.

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