I lost it again -
so hardly won - my
equilibrium and I
feel the scales tip,
and my rooms collide, and
balance is gone,
on the slide and my
hands slippery with it, the
lack of straight line, the
pivotal point wherein I
stand firm and
stop the beam moving
is not here,
is not now, and oh the
disappointment as I
know it go, like an
old friend off
round a corner - afraid
their receding back
is the last time seen
and a long time gone.
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