Pieces 

Esther's blog

She settled with holding my hand,
And as she slowly disentangled it,

My heart broke,

With every distance,

She put between us,

With its pieces,

Going all over the place.

Just as she had predicted,

It was happening.

I was loosing her.

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FEMIIESTHER® 2017

This is a reply to thedaily prompt, distant.

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