The cashmere sweater sits
Where you left it, in a corner
I haven’t touched the folds…
The way one sleeve wraps around
The torso – in a pantomime of a hug
Or how the left side is slightly raised
To allow you room to scratch an itch.
It’s been weeks since it has sat there
Gathering dust, and memories
I know I should pack it away
But the sweater looks like it’s waiting for you
And I cannot let the hope go
That you’ll walk in, any minute
Smile at it like a favourite pet before donning it.
The cold breeze spurs me to action
When nothing can combat the chill
I find myself in that corner
Looking at the cashmere sweater
Wanting that hug more than air
So I break my vow and dust it off
As soon as I wear it, I’m warm again.
Do clothes store people?
I think this sweater did
But I think it went one step further
And stored only the good
Letting the frustrating fall away
Like dust
So I could hold on, without too much hurt.
Wearing your cashmere sweater
That one time breaks something
Maybe the hold grief had on me
I’m able to wear it now
To talk about you and I
And when someone asks how I am
I lie less, and smile more.
It’s been years now, and that
Cashmere sweater looks more like
A moth eaten ball of wool
But I keep it still, in a special wrapper
So I can run my hands through it
And remember all the good
That we shared when you were with me.
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