Ledge of Trust
Teetering,
I took your hand
you said that you could
understand,
all the patterns of my pain
my many colored coat contained
sewn together through the years
with silver thread of molten tears
teetering,
I dared to spill
the leaden cup
that grief distilled.
mercury,
into the cracks
you opened up
along your back,
teetering,
we both fell in,
and out of love
and back again.
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