two hands each holding a coffee cup

woven

woven

For M, W, T, Y, W

we wove our fabric together
taking turns
drinking
in shared wisdom
taking shots
at the origins of our
oppression
shared rage, tears

every time we meet
each fond embrace
in our shared presence
the past is touching the future
each secret we stow away for each other

but our edges have started to fray
you’re much more worn than I
I lend you my string
I want to weave you in tighter, closer
How can I beg time to let you stay?

but no matter
because one day, it will all unravel
you won’t be here anymore
and I’ll have no say

that tear in the fabric of our time
will unfairly rip us apart

so let me learn
let me listen
let me hold you and
save your smiles
tell me your stories again and again
so you’ll always be woven with me

in my memory