It’s impossibly ugly in this sweater,

But I wear each week,

No matter the weather.

The warmth of the cotton

reminds me of what I’d forgotten.

Your embrace embroidered on the sleeves

I sometimes wish I didn’t leave.

The neckline is stained with your scent

All the words I said, I meant.

The sweater is blue, like the color of your eyes.

Washing it doesn’t get rid of your lies.

Its impossibly ugly in this sweater,

But wearing it reminds me of your leather.

I wear it every week, although the memories are bleak

I wear it no matter the weather.

No matter the weather.