Sowing mends the soul she said
as she continued to patch up her broken heart.
She had pieces laid on the floor maybe not all the pieces she needed,
but she was determined to repair it tonite
he stood looking down at her,
her feet sore from the pedaling
her nails bleeding from all the adjustments and needle pricks
she wasnt mad anymore.
she had all the material she needed or at least believed she did.
he placed his hand on her shoulder and said
“I will go get more fabric, that’s a beautiful piece.”