Restitching

If I daily give you threads
(this twine of which I am comprised)
and leave you when I walk away
with strands of me from day to day –
it should not then be a surprise
if, finding my unravelled head
emptied of what I’ve flung astray,
I must sit still and sew, reprised,
what tomorrow I must give away.

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