Fibres (30 June)

We came unspun in our tomorrows, too tightly grasped.
Their seamless design offered only knots and tangles;
whether recognition, truth or fear, I let them fall.

You left in intervals.
I held back, looking composed while heaving words.
Dust scatters: this is us unbound.

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