Of weaves and knits

We spoke all night, it felt just right,
Unraveling the threads, you took your time.
Some just worn, frazzled and grey,
Others with the hues of an April day,
But you held on to my every string,
The middle, end to the very beginning,
Untying every knot, that deep inside my heart had wrought.

It’s a wonder how we are knit,
Each in this exquisite way,
Looking to find our fit,
Hiding fine spun secrets, underneath each layer,
Some woven stories we seldom share.
We spoke all night, Made us our own little knot,
And that
felt just right.