All Those Loose Ends
With this tear I remember you,
betwixt the moon and morning's dew.
Old photographs taken have cracked and faded,
my roses have crumbled inside the book's pages.
A gift you gave me is wrapped but broken,
In pieces my heart still holds these tokens.
By a thread old love is sewn into me,
Binding my heart with memories.
I often tug at its loose ends,
I'm sewing my heart and hoping it mends.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
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