Trust has yanked the trip rope
With the groan of milky eyes
And the stab of the failures of those before.
You have worn me thin through the
Thick of things.
The burn leaves a scar that some will see
And others will brush against.
They say things like a you and an I should
"Stand the test of time"
But time is a curious soul
And you do not stand still long enough.
I hope you know that I would have given you
The sighs in my chest.
It's a shame you didn't have the hands to hold them.
I can feel their absence.
Tears cannot be seen in the snow
Yet blood does not go unnoticed
And I have been bleeding and freezing
As the sun rotates.
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