Gathering Wool
Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
one by one
pausing to hold up to my face
the blue one that matched so perfectly
the color of your eyes.,
Deep sadness wells up in me
as a few of my tears
wet the part of it where I’d slyly
slip my fingers underneath
to touch your skin.
I place it on the bed nicely folded
and finish collecting the other sweaters.
Each one reminds me
of a special place we went
of a time when it was
you and me together.
And each one reminds me of
the way I would snuggle against your chest.
These sweaters were a part
of your charm and your warmth.
They will be taken to the Goodwill store
but for now
just for now
I let my tears flow. . .
gathering wool
For Madison Demetros' "Move Me and Others" Poetry Contest
Now for Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
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