like the wind I rose
I shook the windowpanes
knocked you down
wore away at you, piece by piece
ground you into the mud with
the heel of my palm and
left you there to disintegrate.
the days and the nights, they tore by
made their mark on time and
the sun shone, then, in its turn,
so did the moon
clouds gathered, rain pelted, skies cleared once again
I came to visit you.
but in the place I had left
you I found
not misery and echoes of loss
but the tiniest sprig of green
rising up out of the mire and magma of my once-molten rage
and I decided
to keep you.
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