OK, so remember how I said in my first post that I wasn’t going to subject y’all to my bad poetry? The lie detector determined…that was a lie. Scroll down if you want to be subjected to it…

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FILUM

We almost didn’t meet, remember?
We were separate threads in the tapestry of things,
until the world was torn apart and everything unraveled,
suspending everyone from frayed fibers,
and when it finally mended,
the patterns aligned differently

and we found each other,
our edges running together like hands held,
like fingers intertwined.

I think about that sometimes,
how easily I might never have met you,
and then it’s not the world that unravels,
it’s me,
even more than I did
when the warp and weft of our lives
pulled us asunder again.