This reminds me,
of the days where you stomped upon my heart
during countless midnight absences
when I was left to ponder
just what it was that made me so unwanted
As your pride stood above mine a tree
ripping me until I was nothing but pieces
lain at unrelenting feet.
my unavailing form left decaying into
bitter hearth,
and then your gentle wind comes sweeping me back
up into arms holding each shard together.
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