Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Today I gave up what I love
The last remnants of the fabric of  WE
There are no more tomorrows
So little sense in yesterdays
Whether pondering
Or pining
So I pulled a loose thread
And watched the whole pattern unravel
If I'm truthful,
Then Yes!
I unraveled a bit too
But the choices before me were grim
Not worth choosing:
Remain part of a fading tapestry or
Wait until it was threadbare?
No, there are no magic carpet rides
So I chose
The undoing was mine

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