Knitted

Let’s just stay knitted for awhile and,

regardless of the things we say and feel and do,

let’s not yet let go of each other’s hand

and be defeated.

Not even to myself have i admitted,

for i’ve become too independent to remain with you –

but somehow when i feel you think of me

i can’t say no.

I’m not prepared.

Because of everything you mean to me, i can’t pretend.

That’s it.

We’re knitted.

 

Try as i might to pull away, to understand,

the only place i want to be tied down to

is somewhere very, very close to you.

Aren’t i strange?

Should ever all your feelings for me change,

what will i do?

For what it’s worth, I need to learn how to depend on you,

so won’t you teach me?

 

Apart from everything i think i have become,

apart from strength and weakness

and long forgotten things i’ve done or ways that i’ve been treated,

somewhere along the way,

i was supposed to intertwine

with you

and all the strangeness

of the way we sometimes,

for no apparent reason,

rhyme.

 

Why did you stay

for all this time

through all my struggle, all my becoming, all independence,

when there were so many other and probably funnier games to play?

Would you admit to have fallen in love?

Would I?

Let us just breathe in all that we feel and read through all our silence.

Let us embrace and nevermind words’ absence.

 

Of course, eventually, one of us’d have to reply

Do you understand that we’re forever knitted?

Do I?

 

Salopetă, thrifted

Poncho roz, tricotat, no name

Pălărie urechi, Madame Briolette

Botine grena, Jeffrey Campbell

Geantă no name, Florența

Green Eyed Kisses,