Reforged

That vulnerability—
the first thing noticed.
A quiet hesitation,
impossible to disguise.

Forfeited.

That grace—
always within grasp.
The only thing that kept them near,
spent, but hardly returned.

Deficient.

That understanding—
her deepest worth.
A hollow currency,
spilling into absence.

Vanished.

That way of seeing—
a knowing that pulled her
into others.
Tore her,
from herself.

Betrayal.

That loyalty—
deep and relentless.
One she never knew
she could keep,
she could hold,
she could offer—

To herself.

Claimed.