The shattering

And then there was you.

Your tender, broken body lay motionless at my feet.

And no amount of blessings or Om Ah Hums

would breathe you back into wholeness.

That velvet coat, wrapped around your dainty form

still full and tender, yet to be taken into death's decay.

My momentary confusion - half of something left by something else?

Then the horror of grasping that your other half -

that once delicate, blooming head,

with perfect eyes, long whiskers and twitching nose -

had been crushed beneath someone's mindless foot.

And with that, all my heartache and love,

Love for this bleeding, senseless world,

Poured out into a deafening silence that refused to be filled.

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