Woven Tapestries

We were once a delicate tapestry intricately and explicitly woven from the same shiny thread.
Faded fibres now unravelled and frayed, hang joyless with only part of the portrayal remaining.
The rest lies buried under the layers I hid beneath, hoping that you would join me and call it home.
But, just as the sun longs to meet the moon;
we passed nightly without ever finding a time that did not await our lips.
Yet, my heart always pulls me back to this place that is undefined but alluring;
a place that is wholly intangible and wild…
A place that can not be lived in, only felt… a place that is you.
And, the raindrops sing me to sleep, my melancholic lullaby…
…while my skin still speaks of you, when the moon turns out the light of the sun.
Broken and without you, I am merely a million strands of nothing.
Tears, it seems, are the price we pay for love.