A Tear And A Stitch

Once I was wearing

This vestment of love--

One thing I didn't know

Was what it is of.

But from sliding inside

It, I realize a tear

That, as sure as hell,

Is from everyday wear!

I am therefore adorned!

Now, was only torn,--

Embarassed, scorned!

Are we lovelorn?

Love, who are you

To enervate my presence?

We botch an answer is

A stitch to a dehiscence!

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Kris Grula's picture

there is so much intelligence and truthful plight here........you have given definition to what i want to feel..............truly well done.......