Once therein lay your interest – it promised something
Who could have known how softly it would dissipate?
Fall apart and break away so silently and elegantly
No murmur of sound, no hint of noise, like a feather in the wind
Disappearing into nothing, like it never was.
All the more beautiful because there was no struggle
Almost as if it knew there was no point in fighting.
Strings of your heart were cut in two and discarded in the river
To flow away to corners of a place hidden from view.
When the morning comes and your skin feels cold to the touch
Maybe then you’ll stop and think and wonder what happened.
Conor Byrne
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