Fallout

We scramble to pick up pieces in the aftermath

Fragments of love and friendship,

Shattered

Into shards of loneliness and blame

Sharp enough to cut our fingers,

Open blooming arteries,

Or saw through bone.

But we hold our own pieces,

Careful not to wound one another

Even though we gave each other the tools.

For now, that decision is enough to live with

And slowly we will rebuild

Me, my lofty castle walls

And you, your forest full of dreams.