Thread

The flavor of you has changed

my memories have mellowed, and dulled

As I walked many miles alone, trying to forget

I held my heart and gathered you up

and released you into the wind

I watched as you changed

or did you?

Were you always unknown to me? 

I thought, by our intense conversations,

that I would know you

So I am sifting memories through my fingers

Hoping to find the thread of what we had

to examine what it was

I let it go, when you cut me out

my motivation to mend

these frayed ends

is drifting in the wind