Need(le) and Thread

I cut

and you sewed,

Gently running 

your fingers 

along every seam

I had separated.

A delicate tailor 

Holding every

God damned stitch

of me together.

When will I learn to

perform such an art?

How will I sew

my heart back together

now that you have

offered your gift

to another?

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Amelia, I love the metaphor you used for this context. The end (question) surprised me. Initially, I thought you were commending someone for their strength, perhaps someone you admired and/or loved. Maybe that's still true. It's a sad reality some often grant their most precious gifts to others. It's also true those with gifts also need gifts from others. Your poem left me asking, "what gift does he/she need?" Nice work. I look forward to reading more.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts. You took the reader to perfect use of hands and the skill to make believe, love can be true. A sad ending, it is sad when interlace with true heart. We can lose. Thank you Amelia for sharing the amazing poetry,
Coyote