I am unraveling…
I am becoming unraveled -
the word rolls off my tongue like
Rallentando: (gradual slowing
of the tempo) , such an aesthetic
word for such a pathetic state of being
my tongue at discourse with
my dolce mind,
my Allegro heart…
Staccato pulse…
If you are the music that holds
me together,
and I am unravelling…
Where are you?
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Another admirable write, and you do employ the virtues of the melodic in this poem.