Silver Thread
What is worth the sacrifice
of heart and breadth of soul
for such precarious possibilities?
As I lie in my bed and imagine
you in yours,
we are the lovely disaster
of our own making.
We are the calamity I am forsaking
in thinking I am changing . . .
Anything.
Then, you touch my cheek
and whisper in my hair
what you know I cannot bear.
And this wreck of my heart
is worth this slender silver thread
that binds us.
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