Tattered Dreams

Waking every day
finding part of me behind
The loom threadbare and empty
no yarn there left to find

Coming apart in pieces
stitches lose their hem
Expectations falling fast
inching toward the end

Daylight into darkness
bespoken twill in threads
Voices used to mend and fit
silenced, like the dead

Sleeping with the remnants
dreams of memories lost
Desperations patchwork quilt
—blanketing the cost

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)