A white sheet lay before me
I trace the creases where it was once folded
and finger the edges of it
I feel the soft fabric and
I fold it up nicely and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A white sheet lay before me
A small tear has happend
I feel the hole with my finger
and gently rip it
the stings attached fray in different directions and
I fold it up and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A white sheet lay before me
The sheet is covered in rips and holes now
I run my hands over the large rips where the folds would be
the strings get caught on my hand and
I wrap it up and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A once white sheet lay before me
The rips and holes match the large stains
the once white sheet is now nothing but stained strings
and lost hopes
I rip it up and throw it away
waiting for something new