Old Coat

Once I told you "we were cut
from the same cloth". Your sleepy
eyes, your father fury, the quiet
blindness of your dreams.

How could I know your threads
were loose, your heart re-coiled
and I was left with nothing but
a child's balloon cut free.

Now I weep and sew, a seamstress
with an old and fading coat
with scissors merciless and honed
to wear another winter though

the fibers never join.


Marty said...

Somehow your poetry always makes my heart beat a little faster and break a little more.

An outstanding "cardio" workout from Outlasting Moths.

Rachel Phillips said...

Thank you Marty for your encouraging comments!