It’s tucked behind my winter coats
The one you wore with fraying notes
It smells like rain, and something faint
Like comfort dressed in discontent
Your sweater’s in my closet still
Right where you left it, by my will
I try it on when nights get cold
Like fabric knows what can’t be told
The sleeve is torn where you would tug
Still shaped just right for your old hug
You left with words but not your thread
And I keep what you left instead
A shape, a scent, a woven ache
That memory refuses break
The one you wore with fraying notes
It smells like rain, and something faint
Like comfort dressed in discontent
Your sweater’s in my closet still
Right where you left it, by my will
I try it on when nights get cold
Like fabric knows what can’t be told
The sleeve is torn where you would tug
Still shaped just right for your old hug
You left with words but not your thread
And I keep what you left instead
A shape, a scent, a woven ache
That memory refuses break