Common Thread

There is a thread of you
  sewn into the garment
        of my soul;
       once rent with sorrow,
              now there is
         a beautiful seam
       of tiny, perfect stitches.
    Your thread has mended holes
         torn by  regret
               and grief.
      It has basted together
          the  raveling edges
           and careless tears
         of  misuse and
                 heartbreak.
       It has patched up
             threadbare,
             rough worn places
      that no one ever saw,
                but you.
             And now,
                   this thread
           has become
             part of me,
                 And you
          have become part
             of everything
                   I am.