Threads are fine and thin
Strands to stitch us together
To knit
To join
They can dwindle and fray
Tension
Taut
Torn
Snap
There’s often no warning
It just happens
Like that
Like this
And here we are
Looking at the edges
At what could have been
What might have been ripped away
Cliches are often spot on
Pin down the thought
And hold it close
We do hang by a simple thread
And swing and sway
I will listen as I move and circle
And hang on
Together with you
And ours
Stitch This 
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