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Take each other apart.
Then sow each other back together
With patchwork parts,
Like patchwork people,
In your patchwork world.
Tell him that you’re done and dusted,
Know that it’s the end
As you watch him drive away.
Think of soldiers lost
In air vents that will rattle
As you trek from one end to the other,
To sow those parts back together.
The patchwork people,
Limbs stuck on with glue or blood,
Stitched with needles and machetes,
Coughing forgiveness in the other’s name,
Personal prayers written on skin
In motel rooms where they don’t
Ask questions and you don’t need names.
You’re safe there,
In between the sheets.
The monsters can’t get you
As fingers drag along scars,
Accidents and accolades etched in memory,
Times when adrenaline fuelled
The heart that beat for him.
And he.
He sees you in the dark.
He sees you through the black
As if you are an extension of his body.
Another arm another leg another half
Another soul.
Then, when all the world is lost,
He is the only thing you see.
That’s the way it will always be
Patchwork people, you and he,
Anchor and ship lost at sea.