Invisible Mending
Invisible mending, for an invisible pain:
Invisibly tearing whenever I see you again.
Impossible longing, wrapped in my tentative smile:
Wondering vainly if you could love me a while …
Invisible torture of inaudible words,
Piercing my mem'ry like a glittering sword.
Invisible scalpel of your butterfly touch,
Reminding my body that I miss you so much …
Pulling out threads from all the light and the shade.
Weaving them neatly into the holes that you made.
Jabbing the needle into edges so raw:
Pulling together almost as good as before …
Invisible mending – no, you can’t see the tear:
But look at it closely and you know that it’s there.
The patch may look better, but it’s never so strong:
The hurt’s covered over but it’s never quite gone …
Invisible mending, for an invisible pain:
Invisibly tearing whenever I see you again.
Indelible visions of a happier time:
Incredible torture now … ‘cause you’re no longer mine.
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Entered in Paula Swanson's "Thread" contest
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