Qwilted

As the sun begins to rise, 

I hold on tighter in attempt to keep her by my side. 

But she rips me off and leaves me without purpose.

I am nothing without her.

Darkest are the hours when the day begins,

For lifelessly alone I lay.

Sometimes unkept, other times in shape.

When she arrives with day’s end, 

My misery is put to rest.

She undresses and rejoins me in the serenity of the night.

The comfort of her gentle figure caresses the fabric of my essence,

knitting the fragile fiber of my elation.

Though it all unwinds when the sun rises again.

But she always comes back, and I always forgive her,

For without her body, 

I’m just a blanket in distress.