November wonders what to do with a revelatory moment that got lost in the day
like a dropped stitch only noticed a few rows along
the days of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not are gone
yet always wondering
where to put that moment aside throughout December
that moment she knew he didn’t care for her at all
no more self-spinning yarns about thoughts unsaid
too busy looking for signs of care, she missed the other signs
she’s knitting scarves as gifts for people who don’t care