May 2016
We held each breath
as though it were our last
woven from a loom
designed with regret;
born from the fabrics
we had been spun
as if we would never run out
and we'd never be done
as though it were our last
woven from a loom
designed with regret;
born from the fabrics
we had been spun
as if we would never run out
and we'd never be done
