Intricacies

…

You’ve marked me,

Whether you see it or not.

Words can’t lie when

They make the fabric

Of who I am:

A tapestry made of you.

Should I unravel…

I know you will be the stitch

That holds me together.

We’re more than tied.

We’re woven.

For the haiku lovers

…

We were tapestry

You unraveled a loose thread

Now we’re piled grey string