by theradishpress
Soon
we will be
broken
pieces of machinery
emptied spaces
tied together with
frayed string
long sighs looking
outward
to the sea
waves crashed back
against our backs
and knees
we fell forward
we fall downward
water lap lap laps
waves smack smack smack
this time next day i stand in
the same place
the same mental space
the same hands reach and grasp with crooked fingers
we can be put back together
we can put ourselves together
one piece from me
two from you
shared bodies
one body
he sang where i end and you begin
the same
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