Loose Thread

I studied your face
Every gesture or mannerism
Not claiming I made a mistake
When choosing you

I remember every touch
Feel, scent of your oder
Every visible dimple and mole
Every crevice and wrinkle

You, my hero on a pedestal
Trying so hard to win you
Even though you and I are bonded
I am still a far distance from you

You pushed when I pulled
Goals left undone, just events pulling us through
Moved into his Moms, was shushed by you
I sunk deeper within myself till going a bit mad

Thread and needle, mine is loose
I tried to tighten it, but inevitably it split
Not by my doing, you were my silent shadow
My counterpart, till death due us part

But, you had other plans not involving me
There were many-he told me
Shreds of thread are left scattered
I still piece together them bit by bit

But I am missing the needle now
Tight rope...left me for a man
Whom he also left with many others
Then an unfortunate demise, he lost his balance

Now, I try so hard to remember his fragrance
I moved on, and see him in my children's eyes
Woven up all my thread-compromised 
With another similar needle instead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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October 27, 2018 at 6:39 PM
The needle and threat concept woven into your intense poem is outstanding, Cari! Powerful poem and superbly written...enjoyed!
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October 27, 2018 at 7:28 AM
These two lines really resonated with me: "I sunk deeper within myself till going a bit mad" and "I moved on, and see him in my children's eyes." Very wonderfully done, Cari, heartfelt, and I like the way you wove needles and thread in. We are woven together in so many ways.
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