In a Time of Gathering

I do not simply want to feel whole 

I want parts of me to know 

the assembly is incomplete without you

that we are in a time of gathering

foraging for the things that will sustain us

beyond the whisper of ‘I love yous’

and ripped sleeves where our hearts show

we have come in from the cold of unrequited love

to a feast of affections where you end I begin

a tapestry for better coverage 

For the day we will be on display

whoever comes close can witness our unravelling

hold on to the threads that make us who we are 

and maybe find their own way