Comfortable Old Sweater

Not here or there
Not her but me
Time to choose
What to do

She has loved you for so long
loyal and caring
Without passion, without emotion

Like an old sweater, knitted loosely
The yarn, if unraveled, still crimped with the memory
Of where it was.

Intertwined assuming eternity
not counting on the moths of closets
seeing afterlife for the neglected soul
lying untouched, unmoved
a fertile feeding ground for new life
never to be the same

The new pattern is holes
where the continuity was reliable
in it’s boredom.

Hold it up to the light
and see the truth as new life
ugly and glaring
ready to emerge from the festering cocoon
ready or not, here it comes.

Or toss it aside with disdain
anger and tears.
Betrayal was never foreseen
because denial ruled the day

It will never be the same
Pick at it and watch it fall apart
Or make something new and beautiful
of what you can’t hold on to anymore.