Golden Thread

1.

And I sit here and wonder,

what will it take for someone to be afraid of losing me?

Memories of me, so strong, Hercules,

caught up in a tangled web in your mind, fruitful stick and sweet

flies for the taking, devour me,

what will it take for you to be greedy for me?

2.

I am so tired of being a placeholder, call me permanent,

Temporary promises are hard to keep when you’re heaven-sent,

So it makes me wonder if these transitory feelings mean I’m just hell-bent

On making a God of my shortcomings to circumvent

The greatness I know I have, I’m confident

But sometimes my eyelashes hang like weighted curtains, only allowing in discontent

3.

Someone told me to see people as experiences instead,

You can’t lose what you don’t cling to but I’m the fitted sheet, my misery, the bed

Somewhere in my stomach, the knots untie, unwed

A fragmented tapestry of all the tears I’ve bled

Yet still I wonder, what will make them dread

The thought of losing me, this love unshed?

In this mosaic of moments, I long to be the golden thread

Not just another color, easily forgotten, easily shed.