Seams - Dec. 1, 2021

don’t we all have a wardrobe of seams?

the well-worn or split and torn

patched over and over the few

friendships we never stop mending

while those colorless patterns

some too tight or not quite right

relationships worn once or twice

flawed sewing that didn’t hold

all destined for the thrift store

except that tattered overcoat

I found you a long time ago

I see you still wear it

tight around your throat

when the weather turns

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