I take hold and I pull.
Carefully, cautiously
Begging it, "Unravel."
So delicate, it breaks,
Becoming but a shred.
How pitiful!
String between my finger tips,
Laughing as it twirls,
Mocks my own mortality,
and tuants me when it curls.
Fraying ends distract
The tatters from their tales
Making sure to hide the faded truth
And all that it entails.
It's clear I'll never you
Your full length or how
A stitch once made you lovely
Or how love wore you out.
Now though, I can see
A glimpse of what's beneath
And say that I am satisfied
With knowing just this piece.
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