stitched

threading the needle takes a few moments
pushing it through takes just a few more
the warmth seems to fill up that space
that the needle has pushed aside
pulling hot wet along each thread
im mending away on this rainy day morning
and figuring ill be at it again
sewing it up and up back at once
you walk away ill walk away
he said
as it rained on my head
no sunshine for months
im bearing my life on my red sleeve
each and every day
and at night we mutter hellos and hi's
but this morning im mending that soft hot
ball of mush
back and back singing softly goodmorning
but im feeling this aloneness with each wave
of sky spit and hoping its cleansing
and washing away
my back is still slumped from the words
of midnight talking and i sigh of
full days stomach ache aching
ive thought about sewing a heart onto post and mailing it ragged and open
and never brought my self close to sending it scared having loved those others
but im sitting alone, as ive already said
with a day and the night just ahead not knowing whos hearing
or caring each way but id love to say hello and have a nice day.