the fraying grows more apparent,
urgent, by the day. what was once
bound inextricably, taut and pristine,
has unravelled, with startling fury -
cords snap and whip around
in anguished throes, lashing
all who dare venture near,
clutching at vain air, seeking
but never finding
the centre, the genesis,
the memory and the present
- your presence.
what now?
worn, a tedious descent
into the forgotten,
a ripening breach.
