Untethered.Unravelled. Unbound. Unheard.
I’m checking my heart but my heart is unhurt.
Yet, dangerous potion polluting my veins -
Your tender unpresence sometimes when it rains.
Yet, rarely only, I stare at the moon -
As full as my heart and as small as my wound.
Unwound, untethered, unravelled, un-claimed.
But yours, all the same, let forever be damned.
Your damage was not when you gave up and left.
Not pain in my heart, not my feeling bereft.
Unchain me, untie me, unlet me, un-leave!
For anything’s better than living with grief.
un-tethered
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