one, two
knit the tears
into something warm

dull the fingers
fight the fears
work, distract the mind

loop and loop
around, around
until the fabric, formed

lose the heart
with numb, abound
another scarf to find

Half are for me
Half are for you
Half for the voice
In my stories too

A few for the cardinals,
The swallows and doves
A dash for the stones,
The moss and the bluffs

If you listen real close
There's one for the land
Of beauty and splendor
And Nature's wise hand

But try to ignore it
And try if I can
To block out my words
For dear, murderous man

I don't feel betrayed,
if that's what you think
or embarrassed at all
no, I don't want that drink

you can't bribe me with water
can't make me forget
who would I tell?
you're not in my debt

so thanks for the fun,
seeing how close you have grown
thank you for reminding me
how much I'm alone

actually, no.
you don't understand why I'm upset

something snapped between them
between us all
in the way that a single thread
snaps in a cloth
subtle and
unimportant in itself

then it started to unravel between them
between each of us
and the very worst part of the whole
messy piece,
is how little any of mattered to me

so watch them bicker
watch them talk
each trying to make amends
in their own way

but neither of them know
what they're making amends for
all we know
is something has broken

Why should anyone die alone?

How could anyone die together?

For without this sun,
How could any survive this life?