stitches

Stitches on the map
Tell tales of love and loss
The little lines weave together
Pulling on the tissues of my broken heart
Oh! If they could bring us too, back together
Stitches protecting the fragile nature of within
Lest my heart should
Tear open again

Stitches on the map
Run parallel to the journey
On which I go
The stitches running seamless with the land
Though our paths will never meet again

Thankful am I for the stitches that cross
Holding back the ruins of my broken heart
Reminding me everyday I go by
That there’s a man
I love
and on the stitches
he died