The thread of the clothes 

on my back 

The thread of the shirt 

I never gave back

The thread of the brush 

we share

The thread of the carpet 

on which we shared prayers

The thread of your

childhood blanket 

The thread of mine

Invisible and secure

Different but the same

The thread ties you to me 

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maliayehya

Malia Yehya, junior, has been a writer for the Muse for two years now. She is an avid writer and athlete who looks forward to serving as managing editor this year.