My bite is gone
It doesn’t grasp
The taste of what
Was meant to pass.
It swaggers and sways
And falls through
The cracks forming
Between me and you.
Body and soul gradually drifting
The seams splitting the delicate thread
No longer connected in unison
But fraught with fear and regret.
Observing behaviours from above and below
Wishing the actions had a heart to make them so
Eager and willing and wholesome and true
Alas, what is left of you?