The loom I once wove,
Was an imagery I drove,
It was never meant to be sealed,
I took charge and felt reeled,

This thread woven was misguided,
But now it had abided,
What was felt was the past,
A chapter that never meant to last,

Sometimes when you tug it too hard,
You pull out the wrong cards,
Sometimes it tangles,
But it wasn't supposed to dangle,

It was stitched to a lesson,
Not a different kind of maven,
I searched for heaven in his smile,
But it was just a moment's trial.

Tis time I big goodbye,
With a found understanding frogeyed,
I whisper "thank you" for this loom,
A kin the next blume.