April is National Poetry Month

accordingly...

It’s like waking up with one arm missing.
That cute boy vanishes while you’re kissing.
There’s a gap a void a missing part
An emptiness that breaks my heart
That thread is gone.

It was there when I went to read my mail
But when I came back it had turned tail.
Vanished, fulfilling my deepest fears-
Where does it go when it disappears?
That Thread is gone.

It might have been deer or Papa or porn
Whatever it was, the veil was torn.
Bad jokes, wit and innuendo all tossed
Another legendary thread is lost.
That thread is gone.