little pig does poetry
The Threads that Bind
The threads reached from my heart
like hungry hands, touching you
with eager delight. Exploring you,
I allowed an empty chasm the chance
to fill, to flood. The excitement
and intensity swelled as threads
gripped tighter, unwilling to let go, but
making your departure more painful.
And as my heart fainted into a coma,
my spirit mimicked the song of a crying dial tone.