...and as you move further away,
failing to notice that you have taken a part of me
a string, but not a string
the fibers of my clothes, or of my being?
slowly i unravel, seam after seam,
stitches un-stitched
so i think to myself, an existence without you
can be no existence at all, i have decided.
so instead of cutting said thread
i watch and become an audience to my own
I unravel
I unwind
but most of all I wait.
I wait for the end
I wait for you to turn around and realized what you have done
see what has transpired since you have left.
nothing but coils of cotton
stretching miles long
no resemblance to the person that it once was
before your feet i have come undone
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