Knitted

We were knitted
Into the blanket
Of your dreams
Woven with threads
Of longing
Of Love
Of loss
We were tightly stitched
Wound around needles
That soothed
With a rhythmic
Clickety-clack

As we grew
You knew
The time would come
When the life
We shared
Would unravel
Become undone

And there would 
Be no-one but you
To sit and listen
To the rhythmic
Clickety-clack
As you wished
You could
Rewind the clock
And bring the
Old times back

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