Bond
The severing sounds you may hear now and then
Of the bond stretched to aching again and again,
The silver-tipped crackle of fracturing glass,
The peal of the teardrop coming to pass;
Are the crystalline cries that her loving heart makes
Which echoes your own as it carefully breaks.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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