These nights of youth run fraying now -
Careful stitched seams
rough rended in the dark
of love and disregard.
Fresh hearts arrive like parcels
in the daily post -
We tear apart and throw away
the ones we love the most.
These nights of youth,
all swinging and bright -
Like so many strung out yellow lights
that fade to nothing with the sun.
The headaches are eternal now,
our keepsakes mostly lost.
Like fraying hem, time proves us,
we all will come undone.
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