Fine Threads

So distant, so withdrawn,
So retreated deep down within.
Eyes that hide a secret,
Never beginning to tell.
Never to be.
Never to be.
A truth that’s always hidden,
Always running from the light.
Such a beautiful, amazing life,
Dragged down from the sky.
By sadness,
As reality kicks in.
A life once perfect, yet never was,
And never to be, never again.
A day can change so much,
If only they knew, they’d see.
They’d understand the turmoil felt that day,
Shown only by fine threads.