Seams Sew

After that last stitch,
I imagined I'd be happy -
But apparently, I'm not.
After that last suture,
I envisioned relief,
But I'm still anxious a lot;
Because though the cloth's been cut and sewn
It has not changed that I'm alone.

And then I think of
What you were really like
Before infatuation took over;
That you're clearly unsuited
To be anyone's lover -

And yet,
My heart cannot
But wonder a beat quite wayward
From those thoughts of my head:

Can you be tailored?

Because I've readied my thread.