February 3

February 3rd 2016 

Still gloss of water-

Silver darts in the silence

Stir the silt to life



Unpick the stitches

and let them drift away.

It never made sense

for two whole cloths

to be tied together,


Unpick the stitches-

red on red on cream.

And rub away the holes they left,

iron out the seams.

Unpick the stitches,

and leave them where they fell.

Those half-held ties between us

farewell, farewell and fare well.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s