And so it starts,
a gradual walking away,
the next step
as our threads pull tight,
stretched around
the void we find between us.
Spinning through the universe
until...
we are deafened.
(They will claim they heard nothing.)
(They will say it was worn,
around the edges.)
We snap.
And my hands are left empty.
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