you broke my handle

You broke my handle

discretely... but nearly completely. You vandal! My sweet mugger, soft juggernaut drifting away, could have stayed, could have kept us on course but of course you knew best.

I confess I'm now older but still your hard shoulder was colder than any I've walked and harder to take since I'd cut my own brakes thinking I wouldn't need them again...

I used to cry out.

I used to feel doubt.

I used to be more than I am.

I need to be free of myself, need to breathe

There's a door but you broke it,

my handle

The End

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