Your Knot.

For whatever it was worth,

For whatever it was not worth,

You were weaved in my knit,

A knot of my many knots,

Once a weaving process in this journey of mine,

That I treasure,

For without your knot comes no knot,

For without your knot there’s a void,

Perhaps you weaved years too early to protect me from the coldness ahead.

For whatever it was worth,

For whatever it was not worth,

I have your knot on my jumper,

that I will forever treasure,

For with you on my jumper,

Life’s a little warmer.