TAPESTRY

 

I was thinking about all the intricate stitches, colors and patterns that evolve from a long-term relationship. It's more subtle than a shared memory.  His childhood becomes yours. His pain has wrapped around your heart.  He knows when you ache.  You hear an obscure word and exchange a knowing look with him.  You know exactly when he will laugh in a certain film.

My grandmother once decided to wash an old tapestry I found at an estate sale.  I came home , looked up at her clothesline, and  saw long threads waving in the wind. 

I'm not ready to be unwoven.