there's a little bit of torture
in taking us apart
the shards of tangible belongings
becoming the pieces of memory
it hurts
in ways unfathomed
the lingering sense of us
but my heart yearns for
a cache of joy and hope
a long ago feeling
now
gleaned only from afar
a transformation of sorts
leaving behind the tangible
and carrying you within
i will release the bitter sadness
and let your grace creep in
i've been torn
and bleeding
but the grace of others heals me
let me be your wings
and carry you with me my friend