This unravelling
has created loose ends
I thought if I kept weaving
everything would stay secure
I've treated love like the finest gold yard
wrapping you around my heart
I thought I could tie everything into a knot
and hold it in place
I forgot about the wear and tear
the pull that could not be contained
This unravelling
has exposed a threadbare heart
that no amount of patches
can repair
Instead I pin and mount you
inside the recess of my brain
waiting and waiting
for you
to be
born again.

By Siobhan O'Sullivan