Pinned

fitting the white dress
falling fifteen feet
failing to reach you
this union, this shattering, this longing

we made something, didn’t we?

pins in the hem
pins in the bones
pins on the map
this magic, this impact, this sickness

we wove something, didn’t we?

our love wasn’t always a passive verb
i loved you
i was loved by you
i was love
somehow we lost the thread

who pulled the pin?

the dress doesn’t fit
the limp is just a shadow
the distance keeps growing

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