We used to breathe through each other,
Or was it only me that found the coupling so rewarding?
Demanding for reasons - no, just inarticulate -
Apparently wounds never heal, or at least they need a couple of years.
And it all began because of another one.
Another stitch.
Another painful memory I haven't made peace with.
Another dream-haunting.
The music we shared and images created, the words flooding my brain
My cells
Made you a piece of myself.
And I had to bin it. Lock it. Smash the window. And your teeth.
