Poem 5

Omi Mehta || Fall 2021

Our love was a thread I never quite let go of
I held on
Tightly
Dearly
And sought every opportunity that would allow me to seek you

But regardless
Our love was only a thread

It was strong as steel
resilient as honey
But it was also
Weak at its core

And at the end of the day
Its weakest point was that
It was a thread that never truly had your grip

It was a thread solely held by me