• When we were young

    Stupid, careless, free

    I bought you a sweater.

    You argued that it was too baggy

    Too lame

    But I liked it anyways

    And I made you wear it

    Never in front of your friends

    But when you lay asleep in bed

    And it smelled so gloriously

    Like you

    And I would make you give it to me

    When you left

    So when you were gone

    And I lay asleep in bed

    And it smelled so gloriously

    Like you

    I could remember that you loved me

    But now

    As I lay in bed

    Wide awake

    I wear that sweater

    And I sob and scream and cry

    Because it no longer smells

    Like you

    And now it never will

    I have lost the last scrap

    The last piece, the last morsel

    Of you, of my sanity

    And I wish so much that I could go back

    Make you wear the damn piece of fabric

    Just one last time

    So I could inhale that glorious scent

    That smell that is distinctly unique

    Like you