Unraveling.


For Matt.

Unraveling.
like a puzzle knocked into the four winds
losing the thread of itself
no longer certain or simple
doubt clouds his loving heart.

Endless days intertwined
like a snake swallowing its tail,
never certain of how to stop,
but knowing a longing for something
undefined but not forgotten.

Looking down, at his feet,
wondering when his hands got so old
and wishing, with each gaze into the horizon,
for a soft place to linger peaceful
within the dawning of a smile.

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