(written September 2025)

Among endings, we search the loose threads.

All those gossamer fibres that hang, suspended.

Gathering dust on the torn pieces of our lives.

From endings, stains often coat the mind with regret

over stitches of time wasted.

Tie all loose threads in a knot to see how far it stretches.

Loose threads will never build bridges, and for solace, we must

accept what will never change.

But, from endings, there will always be one thread of hope remaining,

the one that says, “Try again”.

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