We once gave our lives,
while slowly
she took pieces back,
he couldn’t control,
nor did he want to,
yet each time he felt a new pain
knowing this part of himself
would be gone
and that pieces of her
she no longer inclined
to spell freedom
in their love.
He would give his all
his world would be hers
and yet
answers to questions
he might ask
never answered
despite him always giving her
a response to her
curiosity
no questions exchanged,
leaving him vulnerable
for today’s cyclone
the destruction of
everything he loved …
her
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