“None of my jumpers fit” I lie,

Raiding your closet.

Your scent, your past days,

I want to live within them,

Like your memories are my present.

I wore it for weeks,

Days and days on end.

I slept with it,

Pretending you were with me.

I will never take you off of me.

Anything to be with you.

You are an extension of my being,

Like a branch on a tree,

A petal on a flower.

It’s impossibly ugly this sweater, but I wear it each week, no matter the weather.