Connections

There is no use-
 the trail of apologies
the rationing of musts
the ice storage of shame
the addict's sincerity
to cut the imperceptible chains

All a fire back of
 branding, a searing
that changed you forever,
and left you holding
a melted lock without a key,
the melding of the two of you

A knot, untangling it, if ever,
will destroy the weaving of us