Sewing
Sewing
What can I say.
What could I type.
Words pop into my head
Despite,
The anger
The wanting
The need.
Perhaps we were in love
That it defined us.
That no power,
No bound
Could break us apart.
But It seems
A knife we created,
Undone the seams.
Every ounce
Seemed pouring,
Spilling out of me.
I tried sewing.
Taping.
Re-making.
But it wasn’t enough.
I grew hollow.
And my own emptiness
Got you too.
Survival I needed
Survival I got.
From someone else
Who held the right
String
And
Needle
For thought.
You were not cut open.
No you were not.
But instead.
The new needle I had
Shot you.
In the heart.
It was slower for you
More painful
More breakable.
Everything we made
Our city,
Our own little world.
Collapsed.
Perhaps it’s my fault.
Always playing with my seams.
And now
All of this
Seems like an
Unforgettable dream.