I cannot grieve your grief
Still we cling to each other
Grasping for relief
But we’re still lost
Hand wound over hand
Looking for breadcrumbs
Stabbing glass from the sand
a broken path, a yellow wood
crash us together
all misunderstood
this way or that--there no --no here
there’s nowhere to go
and nothing is clear
we’re lost if we go
we’re lost if stay
a tree twisted black
there’s no going back
there’s only now
not why not how
just go just go
you have to go
without me
just know
without me
you’re with me
more
than before
so go
If I can’t find you
I can still remind you
I too
like you
am
was
lost
death, for my enjoyment
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