Lines

 

I remember both sets of hands

so large and warm and gentle

so soft and dry and small

mine - the link - 

we the links in a chain that broke

so easily,

like we didn't matter.

In a sea

on sinking ships,

it's every rat for itself.

I can't blame you, 

either of you.

The world is a large place,

and it's easier to forget,

or so I've heard

but I'm still here....no.

My heart is still there

n the rain and sunshine

in the backseat of the car,

I didn't even care I was used 

But now...

Caring does no good, 

just draw the line

I won't cross it.