Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Cardigan

Tonight, I couldn't speak to you. So I fixed your cardigan. Is that why you left it behind? I wondered if you were cold, right then, at that moment, wishing you'd taken it with you. I took it off and put it in my lap. I got out my sewing kit and spent a long time closing up all the holes around the neck. Lots of tiny stitches, more subtle than words are. While I was sewing I thought round and round soothingly, "that's better... That's better... that's better." It will be hard to see it was ever torn at all. I was sad when it was finished. There should be a way to stitch the night closed. Nights without you are a slow unravelling.

Inshallah... inshallah... inshallah...

3 comments:

Travis Weekes said...

So real, so feminine, so humane.

Gemma Weekes said...

Cousin...! Thanks. :-)

Talibah said...

Now that was a beautiful piece, a little sad but beautiful just the same!