July 30, 2017, our 11th
Wedding Anniversary
My parents’ 58th Anniversary
Love unravels
It entangles you into a pile of loose threads,
The shock turns you into a pile of we noodles,
Wet with grief,
You slither int0
An Almost straight line,
But no,
Love ties little knots,
Tiny clots to your heart.
You will never be long, loose
Strand again.
Love unravels you.
You come unknit.
Even if you straighten out,
You know that yarn that
Has been raveled can
Never knit itself whole again.
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