A Tapestry of Love
Woven into the fibre of my being
I unpick you,
Stitch by painful stitch.
Some shimmer, some shine
And some stink of hell’s pernicious brine
And as each fibre, is painfully removed.
I murmur a prayer, that love be true.
Then, into a tapestry of memories I weave
the shimmers of joy, too sweet to destroy.
And take even the dark bitter ominous threads
As they did make me wise, even as I bled.
A love that was troubled
But tried to stay true.
Until you wrote
“I no longer love you.”
Some strands I let fly
Into the storm winds that roar
“Let him go, let him go,”
He is yours no more.
Unpicking the fibers
Now no longer merged
An end, not a failure
Our paths diverged.