Loose Threads

They coil and stretch behind our shuttered eyes

Loose threads, a life unlived or thought unspoken

They whisper through the darkened, sleepless eyes

Unfinished lines we carry, sharp and broken

At night the mind unspools what day concealed

A tangle of what remained and left unsaid

Old arguments, regrets not yet appealed

The sear of sparking wires within my head

We gather what we can before the dawn

We wrap them tight and will ourselves to move

We tie what loose ends life allows us to

And live still wrestling with the final few

The mind it hums with what we can't repair

The things we meant to say but never told

Those lost goodbyes still hanging in the air

These thoughts that jolt us out of sleep's soft hold

We gather what we can before the dawn

We wrap them tight and will ourselves to move

We tie what loose ends life allows us to

And live still wrestling with the final few

Some drink to dull this static in the dark

Some mourn until the threads begin to fade

Some carve it into songs to leave their mark

A stitched together piece they try to make

We gather what we can before the dawn

We wrap them tight and will ourselves to move

We tie what loose ends life allows us to

And live still wrestling with the final few

The quiet asks for more than we had planned

But still we try with trembling threadbare hands

No final spool, no end we'll ever mend

Just grace in how we learn to tie, not end