Almost a third of the way
Through the story
And the answers
Although fragmented
Like rain clouds
Began to piece together
Into little stories
Tied within Jigsaws
Which needed glue
To tie some of the
Memories together.
Moments scattered
Over months
Where some days
You would be half sure
Something was wrong
And when you turned round
There was nobodty there
Drawing a line
Under your past
And only just starting
To build towards
The future
With or without me
In tow.
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