our lives are made up of threads
running this way and that
getting gloriously tangled up with each other
beautifully messy
then
one thread is cut
the tangle begins to unravel
a hole forming
a color lost
then
one shaking thread reaches for another
and another
and another
knotting together
remembering what was
celebrating the vibrancy
moving forward
each carrying a bit of the lost color  
mixing and bleeding with its own
so that
though the thread has been cut
the color is never lost