The Mending Yard

[Verse 1]
The cypress spool of Mercer's Blue is lighter than a breath.
It's sat here since October of your quiet, sudden death.
I keep it in your sewing box beside the rusted shears
And measure what is left of you in inches, not in years.

[Chorus]
Just one good yard of mending thread
To fix the tear the salt wind spread.
One straight line back to what you were
Before the quiet settled on her.

[Verse 2]
Your thimble has the print of you, a little silver dent.
The last shirt that was wearing me when all my courage went
Is folded in the bottom drawer, a tear right at the seam.
I think about the needle's eye, a silver, waking dream.

[Chorus]
Just half a yard of mending thread
To trace the final word unsaid.
Too short a line to make it true,
Not enough left to pull me through.

[Bridge]
"Chile, a good stitch holds da world up," you would say.
But that salt-cured truth just frays and falls away.

[Chorus]
Just one last inch of mending thread
For all the ghosts inside my head.
It isn't long enough to tie
A knot that's strong enough to lie.

[Outro]
One inch of Mercer's Blue.
And I'm lettin' go of you.