needlework (8/27/19)

i was a full garment before i met you.

i may have had some loose strings,

but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.

then you gave me that million-dollar smile.

(you knew i was a beggar before i ever did.)

one by one, you pulled every string

so delicately i thought you were sewing me back together.

you made me want to come undone.

but now you're gone,

and i'm here --

hanging by a thread.