As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Threads


Pulled free

From the sweater that

He only wore

Twice

A gift from she

Who

Tonight

Sits in frayed silence

Weaving in and out of a

Magazine

The strand of an earlier

Conversation

Taut until it

Snapped

Now dangling from his

Copious fingers

As he laments all this

Unraveling


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