"This is what loneliness looks like", - said my neighbour as she caught me 'spinning the yarn' one day.
Loneliness, huh?
***
"Oh! Make me a scarf! Just like that!"
He jumped up and down, and finally settled next to me, eyeing the drab piece as if it were a desired Christmas present.
I paused. I was making a scarf, for myself that it. But now... Oh well, guess mine will have to wait.
***
"This is nostalgic" - she said, spreading her hands as if holding wool, ready to sit and watch it turn into neat little bundles. She used to help her great-grandmother, she will tell me later.
***
"Oh this is so pretty!" - she cooed. "Is it from a store? You made it?! Lovely!" She tried it one and appreciated her reflection. And with an idle smile, she said: "You know you could sell this and make money. That would be nice".
I smiled because my prophecy came true. What else can she say but this?
Really, what good am I if not usable, sellable? Just a nuisance.
***
He sits and watches with owl-like eyes as I make gifts for others, never once asking for something.
"This is a nice sweater..."
"You want one?" - I ask absentmindedly, although my heart soars.
"Well..." With eyes that speak more about greed that words, he answers: "It's too much trouble, right?"
I shrug. Indirect question and indirect answers are fine, but...
You never ask, so how can I know if the present will be wanted?
***
"This is so pretty". She said, holding the blanket close.
"I know this was made by you, because what else could radiate warmth?"
***
"And what the hell is that supposed to be?" - he eyes the unfinished project with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Funny how a piece of cloth can be the source of such animosity.
I try not to laugh. "It's a UFO".
Now the animosity is replaced with perplexity. "A what now?"
I manage not to giggle like a child, but still grin. "A UFO. U.F.O."
He takes the ball and throws it over the bench. It manages to avoid the tree branches but lands on the cat's back. Bounces once and rolls over the field. I turn to glare at him. "Pray that the thread doesn't rip or I'll stitch you into this sweater. How's that for "the scream"?"
He grins, unconcerned about his fate. "What's a UFO?"
I sigh. "An unfinished object, you git". He laughs and jogs towards the yarn that has become the cat's toy. Revenge is sweet. But I just hope the thread doesn't rip. (Of course it does).
***
U.F.O - A UFO is seldom found alone, but instead roams the knitter's home in packs.
***
Not everything is sunshine and roses, I think evading her curious gaze.
"Just don't strangle on it", he had said smirking, all mocking eyes and laughter. 'Why?' - I wondered then.
'I won't' - I think to myself now, pulling the thread tighter and admiring my work.
"This is solitude, for now at least". I say to my nosy neighbour as she keeps on walking, shaking her head. And I continue.
Just think how many gifts I'll make, and how many people will be lured into my devious web.
I'll never be lonely if I keep the world on a string.
No, just kidding. I'm happy when you are, and if can make others happy, why not. More sunshine and roses.
YOU ARE READING
To you, I sing across the moon
PoesíaOne day I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret. But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said. About you. And about this world. All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh. No...
