Sally

16

"The Fabric Was Sewn"

Everything was velvet and wrapped in muslin.
You were sea salt
And I was the moon.
Not the sun.
Never the sun.
Nights were stitched with golden sequins and indigo ribbons.
Mud caked our clothes
And coated our skin
While summer’s biting midnight breeze
Froze our fingers and stung our toes.
But the campfire melted us into chattering puddles
That slipped into the river,
And washed up against the islands.
I knew it could never last,
Yet when the muddy leaves whipped against my frost-bitten skin
And the fabric was sewn,
I knew that I had lost everything,
But regretted nothing.