TORN

someone
someone took your life
your life and tore it down the middle
down the middle then crossways into smaller
smaller pieces as if it was a letter
a letter from an unfaithful lover
pieces flying to the wind.

So now you know that the gods, the fates
the fates, the gods
care less for you than a scrap of paper
a scrap of paper.

And though you run about
run about and catch them all
all blowing and raining about you
like ticker-tape
tickertape
you can’t see how
how you could begin
begin to stick them together
stick them together
to make a life again.

So you tuck them carefully
carefully into your pocket and walk
and walk
and walk.