I try to wear you once in a while,
making sure if you fit the same
as the last time i checked
But then again, whenever i notice
the apparent worn off, tired seams
from the fabric that was once our love,
I go back again and sew them together,
Carefully threading the gaps back
where they once were sewn tightly shut,
left with no space for inadequacy,
hardly any place for scarcity of love.
My misguided, solitary efforts then proved
a love with tenuous and delicate clothing
that has misplaced its capacity
to wear out storms and excessive usage.
Back there is where i find
that not everything burnt out
could rekindle its flame.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
I try to wear you once in a while,
making sure if you fit the same
as the last time i checked
But then again, whenever i notice
the apparent worn off, tired seams
from the fabric that was once our love,
I go back again and sew them together,
Carefully threading the gaps back
where they once were sewn tightly shut,
left with no space for inadequacy,
hardly any place for scarcity of love.
My misguided, solitary efforts then proved
a love with tenuous and delicate clothing
that has misplaced its capacity
to wear out storms and excessive usage.
Back there is where i find
that not everything burnt out
could rekindle its flame.
