How will we come undone?
the knot
un-looping itself
fingers un-locking
embraces turned inside out
as if we are making
grand gestures
leaning back with outstretched arms
and so much space between us
I don't like to think of time
sliding, slipping,
taking apart
what our words, our lips
our hearts
have so painstakingly put together
How will we break?
scatter into pieces
as if we were a favorite thing
the whatnot that was treasured
and not held tightly enough
who will let go first?
who will go searching for the pieces?
who will gather each one?