Little deaths
 

Looking back
There were
Things to
Look forward to
Way back when
I felt like
I was dying

My life
The good old one
Was brought to
An end
By just another
Big love

Looking back
I made the same
Mistakes again
Looking forward to
A future
I was living
Way back when

My life came
In parts and
Ended constantly
Unfinished
In a jigsaw
Puzzle

Looking back
There were
Good years
In parts
Gentle women
Making me feel
I was alive

My life
Dying parts
Casting
My skin
Killing imagination
I was living in

Looking forward
To the whole
The process of
Completion
Drawing lots
Wondering which
Death
Will win

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