My earphones play “Heather”

By Conan Gray, and for all its irony,

I hold my sweater against me

in the mirror, despite the familiarity.

He gave me this sweater, so

How would I ever be able to let it go?

It is worth more to me than all

Of his little actions combined over the years.

Little smiles and waves,

Sharing equipment in school,

Texting me good night.

This, this was a material reminder.

His meaningfulness, in fabric.

A classmate who means a little

too much to me. And his

Gifted sweater.