i lose friends
fabric becomes unraveled
my confidence seems arrogant
my knowledge seems unrealistic
the thread is cut
"Regardless, I wish you the best."
i feel loss
patterned designs sheared
empty paper dresses
"Cut from different cloth."
i feel sadness
tapestry faded bleached
when just before colored
What happened?
i feel bland
stitches give way
my love cut short
my friendship stopped
mourning corduroy boy
You are not of this world.
