That
Last night,
In the moment
Just as
You drifted
From the world
We share,
I plucked
The needle
From my eye,
Threaded
With promises
We’d whispered
And vows
We’d declared,
And pressed
Its tip
Through flesh
And deeper
Past the bone
Of the cage
That contains
You
Just
Out of reach.
And my
Fingers found
Bands of
Muscle there
Thick
And roaring
With a life
I recognized
But my eyes
Were clear
And my tool
Was sharp
And my love
Was deft
And the single
Stitch
Was done
In the moments
Between your
Last breath
Here
And first breath
There.
And so
You see,
My love,
It’s not a broken heart
That binds us,
But the mending.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
That
Last night,
In the moment
Just as
You drifted
From the world
We share,
I plucked
The needle
From my eye,
Threaded
With promises
We’d whispered
And vows
We’d declared,
And pressed
Its tip
Through flesh
And deeper
Past the bone
Of the cage
That contains
You
Just
Out of reach.
And my
Fingers found
Bands of
Muscle there
Thick
And roaring
With a life
I recognized
But my eyes
Were clear
And my tool
Was sharp
And my love
Was deft
And the single
Stitch
Was done
In the moments
Between your
Last breath
Here
And first breath
There.
And so
You see,
My love,
It’s not a broken heart
That binds us,
But the mending.
