The Attachment Hung On


I was

Attached to the living you.

Bound.

Then you got gone.

The attachment hung on,

Clutching at the ghost of my understanding.

I unhooked,

Then reattached

To a new vision I could live with:

A kinder one, which lets you breathe

Your own air in my heart now

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