Threadbare

I’m not so sure why,
what I’ve been waiting for,

has left me high-

high and dry,

but my ears caught a ride with,

existential bliss,

adrift like cursed, sinking ships.

Murmured notes, numbing octaves making me reminisce,

you don’t know but you will be missed,

darling.

You may not know but you’ll be missed.

And you’re weaving your hands through,

through like tiny thread to mend my broke and barren heart,

yet I thank you solemnly,

just for staying true to the illusions that I keep,

darling.

You may not know but you are missed,

and I’ll kiss the cheek that I never knew so well,

I hold this thread…

I’ll hold it tight.

Darling.