Cord

                    A thick, white cord hangs loosely from my right wrist.

It's tied tight to my body to prevent any slips.

The end on the floor of this white space is frayed.

The other end is still tied to your dismay.

                    We used this cord to close the distance,

That the heavens had given us to start with.

You sawed it off and used the excess,

To put a noose around your neck.

This was just an excuse to ignore something deeper.

The shattered feelings of which you were the keeper, and

I was ignorant of all of this.

                    I'm sorry for that, your attention I miss.

Reviews

[BeeBev]

I found this dark and almost sickly sweet. I like the structure of the poem and enjoyed the way you have written it.

[Alexx]

Thanks so much!