I forgot about them until I separated my mouth from those words
T h e m
Seemed like a stretch of time the further it became, the more it made sense of what was sewed deep beneath the threads of earth
Tangled and Stitched into the remains of a melted fabric, a worn blanket
Hot and dense, set on fire
Engulfing what I couldn’t remember, but the more I recollected, you’re the stitch that seemed to stay
Lingering as a perfume would on me
Overpowering and hard to ignore
I thought I was good at those types of things, but all I can remember is you these days
