enmeshed, entangled
en-merged – (is that a word?)
no longer distinguishable
or delineate-able
or separate-able
if I extricate parts of You
parts of me get extricated too
as I try and remove
strands of you,
now woven into Me
it leaves gaps …
… like ladders in stockings
disturbing a seeming pattern.
which is Me? which is You?
i no longer recognise myself as Me.
i have become a You-Me.
i don’t know about you.
do you feel like this too?


2 thoughts on “

  1. In moments of dark desperation,
    deep within the labyrinths of the mind
    is that you, holding a candle in the wind
    is that you, giving me your hand

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