how often it was yours became ours and now it’s back to me how do I untie the threads we sewed into each other? the stitches itch when I think of you, bleed through the double knots did you ever drive back to the house out of habit? familiar route on the tip of your nose, tapping your fingers along the steering wheel as you cut back my seams threaded but fraying in your heart? I fear I will spend the rest of my life missing what never became what cannot return what I don’t ever want to feel again