Bled Out
oh no.
slipped from my fingers
it did so did
freed
from its holding
once so snug
now spilled...
spilled.sspplllaaat.splat.trickle.dripdrop
as dear as costly
such it was,
now seeping away
slinking off
with no back-look
at what be
left behind
Love dissolving in the stone
upon the floor
all 'round all 'round my feet
Love weeping
from the broken
of my soul
my precious precious not
not to return
to the holding in my heart
Love's beauty
bled out.
Gone.
Just gone.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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