Found, marked ‘please do not untie’
It’s not as if they could.
These knots crafted so meticulously
It would take divinity to alter.

Yet how, with just four words, I feel the slack.
A certainty undone with the faintest of admissions.
Words that were fathomed but never believed.
Words only able to be processed indirectly through echos.

No stutter nor shock, you had come to terms.
Terms I refused to read.
No longer us,
I had been released
Into a nightmare,
with a heart scared to beat.