Missing stitches and friendship

The words you sewed
in to a napkin bright
and lined it with
flawless ties,
is now strewn all over.

The napkin has been washed
until bleach marks and dirt holes
are all that is left of the
blues and purple hues.

The stitches have come undone
the flawless ties, now untied –
imperfection and scattered thread
little holes instead of beauty;

Our friendship couldn’t survive
the tides in the machine.
The soapsuds have only
disfigured the beauty,
of a love that seemed so true.

I begin to miss you.
and then I remember your stare.
You cruel, cruel person,
a friend turned bad.

what happened to you?


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