of knitting and unknitting

a kyrielle: a relationship poem

we came together, two as one
two separate yarns now inter-spun
but life returned, I tried, you quit—
what’s knit can always be unknit

I wish you could see what we wrought
two threads combined, a complex knot
that’s smooth as fabric—we lost it
what’s knit can always be unknit

and as you leave, nothing erases—
my yarn still bonds to yours in places
but though we’re scarred I must admit
what’s knit can always be unknit