Each of us is a different texture

The fabric of our minds woven together

Sewn at the hip

Without you I’m just a scrap

Lost in the maze of a fabric store

Waiting for fate to find me

We are not cut from the same cloth

But that means we are unique

It means we have character

Our colors compliment well

We’ll compare our distinct designs

We fit nicely into the Earth’s theme

Yet there is more to the pattern than you

I’ll admit that much at least

All the people I love are right here

Sewn on as a nearby fabric piece