march 4, 2018
The initial tearing
like a hangnail
cutting deeper than you thought,
hurting worse than you thought.
That's how it feels when
you lose someone
whether gone or fading out
increased silence stings the worst.
I am convinced hearts grow together,
skin to skin, tissue to tissue,
and the longer you open up yourself
the harder that tear is going to be.
When a friend becomes a hangnail,
or if I am one myself,
what is here cannot last;
at some point we have to heal.
I do not know which hurts worse,
tearing or being torn,
or the knowledge that silence is the only obstacle.
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