It’s in every breath–
this sad taste of you.
And it’s funny how just one
glimpse–
just one reminder
is enough to kill weeks of
restructure
rebuilding
and I am convinced now that
You and I are bound –
and in that bond is the death
of us and of our love
and I am trying to untangle myself, and trying
to let go
But this attempt seems futile
and I’d like a pair of scissors.