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We Sewed Our Hearts Together



The time, those times, that beautiful loop and stretch of time

When our hearts were sewn together

Sometimes you held the needle, I had the thread, sometimes reversed - always together
however it was done, even with a passive participant - always together, because presence was enough

Sometimes the needle danced absent our hands and we watched in each other's eyes

Not even proximity was a limit, our thoughts, words and actions, our desire to be bound together - the thread, that stitched and made something new

Maybe the thread remains, severed from what once wanted to be one

One stitch makes two holes, the thread's origin cannot be traced
One tear, two wounds, both bleeding on their own
The threads, my thread, reaching out to be tethered, searching for connection - writhing to form a knot

The slice was final, not swift, a slow painful tearing these threads won't repair
These threads, your heart, my heart, our wounds
These threads, their composition remains - just split
My thread, your thread, our hearts

A knot makes not a seam

Mending not sewing, tying not threading
The delicate piercing of vulnerability, forming a stronger bond - exposed and held close all at once

Broken

Threads dangling, it seems everything material remains. The Immaterial gone
The memory of its creation searing, the void filled with a silent breeze
Our hearts, our wounds. Your thread, my thread, though I want to share and borrow

Separate projects now
Thread remains, so we sew - mending the tears and honouring the materials
Remembering the value of creation and repair

We sew our hearts together
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Submitted on February 15, 2021

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