Like a loose thread
on my favorite sweater
I am unraveling
from what we once were.
Waiting for you to pull
a little too tight,
Leaving me no longer attached
to the fabric of you.
So with each second
I perhaps am holding on to you
As much as I can,
Not wanting to let go.
For I know all too well
Like that loose thread
I am slowly, completely
Coming Undone.

🦋 Michele Christine Martin 🦋


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