embroidered throughout me
stitches of you
sewn directly onto my heart..
heaven and hell
I know it well..
distant- present 
friend or foe 
how to know..
miles weaving us apart 
fabric wearing thin…
your presence lingered from the start 
catching my breath 
time and time again..
running out of ways to miss you 
absorbing the empty space..
like a lover it washes over me
sometimes healing
sometimes killing 
from the inside out.. 
quite the privilege to grieve 
such love that received me fully 
leaving patterns of us splayed out cruelly 
ripping me 
shredding me ever so fine..
Slowly 
stitching us back together 
displaying moments of a place and time that made you mine..