(hanging on by threads) i hear
your heart,
see it there ripped open
like
a missing limb
or somebody's stitches, an open (hardened) wound
just oozing
with things (best forgotten)
and
i planned, but
i planned wrong.
everything comes undone,
and
i cry (on the couch) holding you
with
your old paws (curled up) inside my hands,
i
love you. and
it all
keeps coming apart...
