Unforgettable

I looked up
And you were there
And you were crying
Anger - or passion? - flared in your eyes
And without warning I felt the impact of a thousand poisoned daggers
Staring into my heart
Piercing the skin with one pointed observation after another
Tearing down, destroying, bleeding me out
And when I was gone, when there was nothing left of me
I looked up again
And you were gone.

Lost, alone, into eternity I fled
For millennia I wandered through the black and empty spaces of my soul
And at the end of all time, I opened my eyes
Where you had stood sat a lone spool of thread
A fine gossamer thread of mocking grace and beauty
Finally fed by the fury, finally fueled by the rage, it began
Drop by drop, I replaced the blood that was spilt, with sweat and tears
Piece by painful piece, I pulled my empty carcass back together
And needle and thread in hand, I stitched myself up.
And when I finished, when I set the thread down and lifted my ugly yet powerfully strong Frankenstein monster of a body from the cold hard ground,
I looked up
And you were there

And, spool once more in hand, you were smiling at me.