The Quilt

I brought myself a bolt of cloth

made of the gentlest words

wrapped it in folds of warmth

and hemmed the sides with love

I sewed in some heartaches

and tears to make it strong

and embroidered the body

with kantha stitches of loss

This is the quilt I weave for you

for when the nights are cruel

for the vapid winter mornings

when even the sun seems cold

This is my lonely gift to you

in brilliant shades of azure

for when you call out in your loneliness

and I will not be there.

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