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[apiphile]

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i am afraid i did not keep up
my end of the bargain;
should have kept a finger on
the buttons of your cuff
at the very least;
the scree slope was as rough
as the cliff face you'd scrambled up
and maybe i thought there were
so many hands all reaching
that it would be enough
you'd always been so competent
at cording your own rope
from strands of blackened despair
perhaps i gave up giving up hope;
i am afraid i did not listen
to every whisper on the wind
every footstep on the boards
before you began to fall
before your fingers missed their mark
and now i remember too late
to thrust my hand back into the dark
and find it empty
when i pull it back.

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Comments

[wolfy_writing]

This one really says a lot.