Grief

No more than fringe,
dangling in the aftermath,
waiting to unravel,
too numb to tighten bonds.
Despondent.

Will you take my hand,
offer compassion,
listen with me
to the discordant silence,
be my faith?

(Written for Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt: fringe)

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