Winding, weaving,
The tubes that enter you
Like snakes into your skin.
But without the scales,
Like the smooth organs that lay within.

You left me for the first time
With no one to cry to.
You left me alone
To solitude and selfishness.

Those same organs that kept you here,
Destroyed the life within you.
Left us to remember
How you struggled to stay alive.

You left me
With your reflection
To remind me you’re gone.
And that you once had been.

And you led me through the stormy weather,
As I forced myself to the cold, hard stone.
To see how you’d crumbled,
But still stood alone.
And maybe you’re more like the river,
That flows from my heart.
Or maybe like the sea
Of which the river can never be apart.

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