Threads
"When threads of love are frayed,
a heart is left threadbare and broken."
~ by poet.
Threads from my yesteryears remain in tact
A few have come unraveled; as a matter of fact
There is one that I've tried to bury with a shovel
But they all live in my mind, trapped in a hovel
They are loosened stitches, frayed at the seams
Reminders of what once were hopes and dreams
Threads I pulled that caused weeping and grieving
and knots I untied, which unfastened the weaving
But not all threads were weakened by my hand
It does not soothe my tender heart to reprimand
for spools have levels of denier, different filament
Can love be salvaged with threads of lament?
It only took one single thread to tear us apart
A twist in the warp that stopped beating in one heart
Flimsy is the threefold cord when one doesn't care
No patching can ever mend a love that's threadbare
A seamstress I would choose to be so I could repair
tattered threads of love from too much wear and tear
Through the eye of a golden needle, I would sew
with silver thread to mend what we shared long ago.
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