I guess you were a thread.
woven like glass through the fabric of my life.
unpicked, unplucked. Yet noticed when there is a run.

You left and the seams fell apart.
voids that you held tight left agape.

what I wouldn't do to weave again with you.
Now my sheets have fallen apart loneliness seeps into place.

Was it you and what you held.
Like a jumper holding me tight, warm and together.

© Swiftonic Poetry