Because of how it fell around your knees,
A flutter that it whispered in your spin,
The swishing sound it sang with every breeze—
I kept the pattern, glowing out of night
Against the tow'ring cave walls of the church,
A mock engraving richly flowing bright,
To strike me with a sickly stomach lurch.
I kept the needle strung along the thread
To tie me back from freely falling through
A stark abyss that opened in my head;
The helplessness of never loving you.
The dress now gone, not kept at all,
The thread now snapped, I freely fall.
