Stray Poem by Donna Dolorical
Stray
Upon my word, I swear, this is how it feels:
It feels as if an integral part of myself is out there floating,
God knows where, laughing or crying about god knows what,
All on its own, with no certainty of it ever coming back to me.
If it does not ever come back, it will all be my fault.
And if it does, I shall never be able to hold it, to reign in it;
and I would still be at fault.
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