For the Warmth


I left my sweater on the 

coat rack in the hall 

of her parent's house 

the last time I saw her,

so many years ago. 

The sweater was too nice 

to throw away—hand knitted 

Irish wool, a natural grey, 

heavy and loose. 

As our friendship ended 

amicably I can envision her 

wearing the sweater today, 

if not for the memories,

certainly for the warmth.





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Written on 2023-10-08 at 23:26

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant. (A word I can type, if I have a bit more coffee.)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Probably some of both.