You managed to patch
Some of the holes in my heart
Every "I love you,"
Stitching it back together.
Little by little,
Like thread.
Our companionship creating a tapestry
Beneath my ribs.

But then you started to push me away,
Distancing yourself
From our beautiful art.
Slowly unraveling the threads
And taking them back
Like an old sweater
You intend to give
To someone else.

And now I am left here
Cold and shaking
The wind blowing through me
The sound it makes as it passes through
The used patchwork holes
In my chest
Haunts my sleep,
As it sounds like I do