Untied Thoughts

I sat at the café, a thread caught my eye,

a loose little strand that hung limp, like a sigh.

Pulling it gently, memories unwound,

each tug a reminder of laughter I found.

It danced in the air, so delicate, so frail,

a piece of my sweater, a story’s own trail.

Each twist of the fiber unfurls in the breeze,

a thread connecting the past with such ease.