if only a heart could wear a scarf ...
i see you have kept our love
in this wicker basket full of faded wool
the remnants of the knitting that you began in the fall
unravelled over the winter and then knit again in the spring
i suppose you worried that
my heart would grow cold over the passage of time
as if the pulse of my love had an end
like the final dead beat of a war drum
and i suppose you imagined that
if only a heart could wear a scarf
it would remain warm and vital through
even the most bitter freeze of emotion
but now i see you have no more time for knitting
when i most need a sweater to keep me warm
instead you wrap me in your arms
pull me close and with a final kiss tell me to go
in this wicker basket full of faded wool
the remnants of the knitting that you began in the fall
unravelled over the winter and then knit again in the spring
i suppose you worried that
my heart would grow cold over the passage of time
as if the pulse of my love had an end
like the final dead beat of a war drum
and i suppose you imagined that
if only a heart could wear a scarf
it would remain warm and vital through
even the most bitter freeze of emotion
but now i see you have no more time for knitting
when i most need a sweater to keep me warm
instead you wrap me in your arms
pull me close and with a final kiss tell me to go
