| Eye Of The Needle Precious time Time well-spent Believing in her love To believe in love The empty time Time well-spent Like an operating table I wake up only to feel The loss and emptiness An addictive memory Wet with tears, dry are my bones Held together by stitches My heart is on a string Pulled tight by bedtime wishes How I wish to look back and smile What could have... what should have been My life is bits and pieces Random swatches thrown together Quilted in a pattern Under this blanket, I wanted to keep her warm |