Silver Thread in Onyx

Upon reemerging, 

splatters of grey 

line the onyx cloth,

rippling across the ebb,

and puddling around my feet.

 

Pulled away, drawn further out

to the endless flowing sea,

travelling out towards 

expanses your feet had never touched.

 

The swirl of pink petals

follow after you,

where I must not, 

and cannot go.

Swirling in and amongst the 

pebbles, pulling the thread that 

tied us together out,

out, towards newer horizons. 

 

A swirl dances around the boots 

on my feet, a gentle reminder 

that I’m still here

 

Even when looping thread through needles,

Knit, purl, and unwind, 

and wear rings that would’ve been 

on your fingers as I do, 

you are here more than just

items that once were yours.

 

I hope the cocoon you

gently rest in

has kept you warm and safe.