Like a needle and thread
People enter and exit
The fabric of my life
Exits leave a hold behind
The memory thread fills it
And gives it purpose
And makes their absence bearable
Absence bearable
Of course it takes time
To realign
Of course it takes time
To realign
As these needles come and go
I notice patterns
They develop
Swirling curves,
Lines, and different kinds
Of textures
Textures
And makes their absence bearable
Absence bearable
Of course it takes time
To realign
Of course it takes time
To realign