We Needed a New Thread
Once, you told me how much you loved me.
Once, I believed you said those words sincerely
but they soon fell on my deaf ears
Empty words without meaning
stuffed like useless trifles in jean pockets
Your pockets held the things you treasured
Spilled, were the thoughts you once had of me.
Once, I tried to repair your broken seams
but my stitches couldn't hold them together.
We needed a new thread,
but none would ever be strong enough
to mend the rent in our relationship.
Once, I thought jean pockets were useful.
Not those that refuse my needle and thread.
No mending could ever keep lost love safe.
You didn't think ours was worth keeping
deep inside the flat fell seams
of your blue jeans pocket.
NOTE* In sharing emails this morning, the thread had gotten so long that I was having trouble following it in proper order, so I said, "We need a new thread," to which David K replied, "That could make a great title for a poem..." This is the result.
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