stained wrinkled shirts
broken champagne glasses
dirty shameful secrets
show me what the past is
bike tyres punctured
damaged action figures
a loving bond fractured
return to life’s rigour
the prints of our hands, linked
pictures where we kissed, torn
songs that we sang, in-sync
my solitude reborn
paraphernalia
can’t make up all of you
odds and ends
1+1 stops being 2
how can it? when my one
being has split apart
when you said you're done
and left with half my heart
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