I sewed myself back together
Or so I thought.
I picked up every piece and threaded my needle
Sat and worked till the moon disappeared again.
And every day I sailed
Every shore I kissed
Tore my delicate lines
Here I find myself once again
Tattered and wheezing
I'll have to buy new thread then.
I can't salvage all the pieces this time either
Some of them don't fit anymore.
I guess I'll have to find new ones.