Loose Words

And when the words on the page start fitting in together
You let your stray fingers
Comb through the tangled threads
Of meanings and memories
And voices
Condensed in space and time
Within the curves and confines
Of simple, over-used words
And you breathe in the life that was
When you said that word out loud
The last, the very last time.

You shrink back into your old self
And look at your old life
With new eyes
And with hands, that still tremble
At every pull of needle
Its silver length cutting through the crimson abyss
And stitching cliffs back into shape
You let loose words to fill the air once again.


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