Pulling away the frayed strings
I close my eyes and think of things
That have happened in my life
I have only lived this many years
I have also seen the world through many tears
Some of laughter, some of sadness
The thread is loose and becomes long
As I pull, my memory drifts into song
So much time and so many faces
I experienced them all and lived to tell the tale
Some memories are unbidden and become stale
Lost in time, my memory is fragmented
My first love, my first ache
The first time I had heartbreak
I swore I’d never fall in love again
My second love, my second ache
I swore again never to let my heart break
My third love, my third ache
This time I learned what to appreciate
My first time in general, not much to remember
But the next one and the next one…
I can’t seem to forget.
I thought he loved me, but so be it
Enjoyable as he was, I can not recall
how many times we ended up in his car at all
My first betrayal from my close friend,
That itself nearly spelt my end
I learned to forgive after my anger passed
I felt much better and relieved, I must say
It hurt me so much, I don’t like thinking about it to this day
My first job at a place I often went to,
The people I worked with were always so nice
A simple smile and a laugh would break the ice
I worked with an old lover, who deftly ignored me
I simply shrugged knowing that treatment normally
Others were kind and help me a lot,
I like working there, it’s the end with a dot.
The thread becomes tangled and knots up in strange places,
It’s twisted and tangled all in a line
At this point I remember it’s mine
The thread becomes loose and falls to the floor,
I sweep it away under the door, never to think about it anymore
