my hand trembles
as i pull my thread
through another hole

a feeble attempt
to patch the newest tear;
what you almost stole

my eyes blurred by tears
your hands reach out to me
you cup my face gently

"what are these feelings?"
like magnets drawn together
i hope this will end differently

again, your lips will smother mine
and i balance at the edge
still terrified that i may tip

you again start to pull away
as if by reversing tides;
my thread begins to rip