WINDSWEPT FEATHERS

never seem
to learn
same old
patterns
each time
we speak
tear off
another piece
keep pulling
at threads
unravelling
instead
unable to
stitch back
torn
scraps
lost
thimble
was a
symbol
completely worn
through
that much
is true
hard to
leave
this blanket
over me
not easy
to quit
quilt that
i knit
bed we made
no longer fits it
realize
in the
needle's eye
for a
while
been time
to say
goodbye
what we
sewed
nothing but
a throw
no sense
picking
at this
ticking
trying to hold
together
windswept
feathers
can't make
whole cloth
outta the shreds
we got