You.

the tapestry hangs, a distance too long.
what could be right fleshed out to be wrong.
to each his own in dotted throngs
of broken threads and unsung songs.

shadows ashen in faint hues shade
sketches with time deigned to fade
drenched in sepia, so these reels played
of You and Me and that unsaid.

started : 1.31pm
ended : 1.38pm