“Thread by Thread”

We fought like storms across the sky,

Then laughed so hard we thought we’d die.

A tug-of-war, a shared old bed,

A thousand words we never said.

You knew my fears before I spoke,

I stole your snacks, you ripped my cloak.

But in the dark, when dreams would fall,

You’d be the first to hear my call.

From scraped-up knees to broken hearts,

We patched each other up in parts.

With every tease, and every shove,

There’s iron in our kind of love.

We’re not the same — not meant to be,

But still, you’re half the soul of me.

Not always close, not always kind,

But always stitched into my mind.