i once knew

a soul –

so perfectly meshed

with mine –

[it sounds so damn cliched

but that is how it was] –

we were so precisely tensioned,

exact warp to

corresponding weft.

our weave,

so fine,

so tight.

by the time this soul had to leave me,

we had created a fabric of

all surpassing beauty,

myriad complexity of patterns

stitched within.

and

now

parted,

separated,

as painful as ripped seams.

now.

i find myself holding tight

to the threads

that are left –

trying to move the shuttle

back and forth

fast enough

to keep up with

all these

unravelling ends.

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