You are like the threads
Unfurling at the end of my coat
With each fiber that detaches
My coat adjusts to the new normal.
It's not the same as before,
But it manages and still keeps me warm.
With threads disconnected,
I now have nothing.
There is nothing,
Nothing more of you inside of me.
The moment you let go of my hand at my stop,
My heart started draining you out, empty.
I smile at the lessons learned
But at the unplanned thought of you
A parched throat in a desert feels better
Than the blankness inside, the only leftover.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
You are like the threads
Unfurling at the end of my coat
With each fiber that detaches
My coat adjusts to the new normal.
It's not the same as before,
But it manages and still keeps me warm.
With threads disconnected,
I now have nothing.
There is nothing,
Nothing more of you inside of me.
The moment you let go of my hand at my stop,
My heart started draining you out, empty.
I smile at the lessons learned
But at the unplanned thought of you
A parched throat in a desert feels better
Than the blankness inside, the only leftover.
