The Color of My Thread

Like a needle and thread
People enter and exit
The fabric of my life
Exits leave a hold behind
The memory thread fills it
And gives it purpose

And makes their absence bearable
Absence bearable

Of course it takes time
To realign
Of course it takes time
To realign

As these needles come and go
I notice patterns
They develop
Swirling curves
Lines, and different kinds
Of textures
Textures

And makes their absence bearable
Absence bearable

Of course it takes time
To realign
Of course it takes time
To realign



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Reynolds
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