I am stitched together,
Delicately,
The yarns of long forgotten dreams
Woven with unrequited love,
I am loosely made,
Perilously close to
Unraveling,
My rainbow stitches
Change colors,
As my mind wavers daily
Between unabashed hope
And doomed darkness,
A gentle pull
At a poor yarn
Can undo them all,
Until they are a rich, radiant
Pile of memories upon the floor.