Some time had passed.
And we were back to normal.
If normal is what you would call us.
Her house looked like.
The craft store.
Threw up in it.
There was string and yarn.
And lanyard and scissors.
And paper and glue.
And there she was.
Sitting in a chair.
As she knitted with precision.
When she saw me.
She smiled.
So genuine.
"I was feeling particularly
Creative today."
She said.
It was hard to take her seriously.
With the bits of string in her hair.
So I began taking them out.
One by one.
"What are you making?"
I asked her.
Letting my fingers linger.
"I made lots of things!
I actually might have
Lost track of what exactly I made."
She said a bit sheepishly.
Before going back to work.
I stood and admired what she'd made.
She made seashell bracelets.
And picture frames.
And keychains.
And many more little things.
"I finally finished!"
She exclaimed loudly.
Causing me to jump.
She stood and walked to me.
Placing her latest creation on my head.
A beanie. A blue one.
"I made it for you."
She said.
Staring right in my eyes.
And I wanted to kiss her.
Because I had never gotten.
A more perfect present.
In my life.
