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the stitch

I never was a seamstress but, my God,

did I stitch that heavy heart of yours as best I could:

over and under and over again.

I saved my thread for you,

never wasting any on my own organ that

was weighed down and splitting at it's own seams

because of the guilt of having never sewn your own just right.

I know that you're gone.

I know that you're resentful.

I know that I never did love you how you wanted me to

but if ever we meet again, in another universe,

the first thing I'll tell ya is how

I have been practicing over and over again with that

over and under and over again stitch

and this time, it'll hold much better.