The Last Tie, Lost
Through everything
Everything
I always had the last connection.
The last breath before sinking,
The last finger on the sill before falling.
The last oasis in the desert,
The last step before the cliff.
That connection was so dense and enveloping
The fog shrouding everything around it.
When it was severed
Cut
Dropped
Left
And the mist dissipated
All I saw
Was nostalgic desperation.
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