Heart Strings

paige graf

When we fell in,

I tied colorful strings from my heart to yours,

with a smile on my face

and hope in my soul.

My calloused hands made big knots happily from your string to mine,

making a patchwork between us.

I made one string the shortest

to keep me close to you.

When we fell out,

I cut the shortest string first

and it hurt quite a bit

because the rest of the patchwork was still there.

Every mile we were further apart

the strings were pulled tighter

and tighter

so tight it made a mark. 

And my heart could not beat.

Until one day

the strings had been stretched thin.

and when we were close again.

The strings were loose and mismatched;

no longer fitting like they did before.

so I had to cut the strings,

cut the ties

one by one

slowly.

And now,

not many strings are left.

but when we are far or close

I feel the tugs again:

a reminder 

of the once patchwork masterpiece.