“bindings”

That time I was nothing
but loose
ends, you were the string
entwining me, binding me, sustaining
me, from threading
straight out of
my needle

Now you are frayed into strands
of goodbyes, unraveled
to nothing
but hints, without hope
and I question
even the meaning
of rope

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