Too many cracks.

Too many cracks.

The stitches

That hold the two halves together

Themselves frayed.

With the seams,

Dependent on the extra support

Beginning to fail,

Creases widen into rifts,

With the inside out

The outside folding in.

Sinews

Collapse under the strain

Of their confinement.

I am a stitch

Never sewn in time

To prevent a splitting,

As deep hollows and depressions

Undermine any progress

In the renovation process

I still need you to bind me.

Closing wounds that gape so wide

As to pull me apart,

Salving pain,

Mending the frayed and ragged edges

Of a broken heart.

That even after all this time,

Is still,

All too easily

Fragmented.