We broke up the other day, I’m trying to pretend not to notice
Truth to tell we were never really together
I try to recall the times you’ve broken my heart
I’ve let them fade into the fabric of our story
Fabric worn thin by my worrying hands retracing patterns again and again
Trying to commit us to memory
I glance at your piece of our cloth, you’ve cut out bits of us, leaving patches in our truth
I wonder if you remember what it looked like before you erased us
Does your mind recall how beautiful we were?
Threads woven together bright and dark, hazy and shining
Like sun breaking through clouds after a raging storm
These days, you see only the storm, can only take in the chaos
Should your fingers try to retrace us, they’d find holes held together by trivial pieces of our memory
I still see us, breaking boldly through clouds
Weaving our story together with threads of tenderness, laughter and pain
How could you cut us apart?
I’ve kept my piece intact; fingers retrace our history at times lovingly, at times mournful
Feeling always where we’ve thinned out
Our fabric is worn, the time has come to put us away
Tracing patterns once more I fold us up and place us in my dresser, next to old faded sweatshirts of love gone by
What you choose to do with your fabric, I have no say
For my part, I’ll keep mine hidden and safe
Neatly folded and forgotten as we carry on the aimless game we play
We broke up the other day and today, the sun is hidden away
Skies are dark, dreary and grey, contented to stay that way