He said,” Our Love’s
grown jaggedy
worn out
and raggedy
last pair
hole in the knee
Our Love-
doesn’t fit anymore
The colors
aren’t bright like before
All the pins
and all the patches
can’t save ‘we’..”
I said, “I tried to brave it
it was all
and I gave it
My fingers bear witness
to all the stitches
meant to save it.”
I said,” Our Love.
is tattered
Beaten up
and battered
and what is broke
is so broken
I fear I’ve lost a piece of me..”

Kathy Keogh




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