Plucked threads
Unstrung and flung far Hollow and eerily resonant Could we even beg to begin What this burgeoning seed of a relationship is? I once took a thread from your tapestry Wove myself a doormat out of its virgin gold Thought it was but a drop of the dregs A goblet in a whole cupboard, untouched I sucked every dreg clean Brought it forth from my mouth dry Everything feels damp and lonely I miss the days of hot chocolate substitutes We'll be sure to meet again But it's on these sorts of days I wonder That had I not touched your tapestry If we would've met under drier skies