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| My dear friend's pond, which just like always has nothing to do with anything. |
Swiftly sweeping up the crumbs
which fell
through cracks in my heart,
I felt the crunch of
salt beneath my feet.
Without a map to
guide me,
I search for small
shards of sanity,
left behind in my mind.
Like the tangle of threads
created by haste,
your absence
left me knotted and needing,
from the sting of your leaving.
