Sweater

I wonder if there are parts of me

Still woven into the threads of your sweater

The scent of my skin embedded in your memory

If when you pull it over your head

You are reminded of a time

When my arms were enough

To keep you warm

Or if you think of me

Even just for a moment

When you slip it off in front of her

 

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