It hurts.
-I can't feel it.
-It's all I can feel.
-I can feel but not this.
_______
Then Lightning struck as you held me in your hand.
You scrambled to collect my ashes
Dropping pieces on the ground as you cried.
The pieces
they
blew away.
They
are
lost
now
scattered among the adjectives we used to describe our barbed-wire hearts.
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