It’s impossibly ugly, this sweater,

But I wear it each week,

No matter the weather,

So that he’ll see me.

He complimented me once

On the reddish tint of the wool.

He smiled at me

As if I were a beauty.

But ever since,

He hasn’t noticed my soul.

But I won’t give up,

I want him to see me.

So every week I will

Stand out in my ugly sweater

Hoping he’ll find me

And speak once more.