I found a stray running thread on my sweater today
At any other time it wouldn’t have been a concern
But today is a special day, an anxious day, a nervous day, an exciting day.
I am going on date, at least that is what it used to be called
It’s my second date, or rather I should say, our second date
The first one, I think went quite well and she is very nice, an smart, and beautiful, and, and, and…
But that pesky thread kept hanging there,
remnants and remembrances of my past I guess.
We all have threads, some longer, some shorter,
Some fine, some thick, hanging, always attached.
I took some scissors and cut off that errant thread
I wanted to look nice for my date.
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