When I saw it I just had to laugh,
cause from our very first hello,
It looked like she was praying,
I went and found that old sweater
all beat up, worn with moth holes.
Back then, it used to fit much better.
I know that time can take its tolls.
I wore it as the week went on.
I made sure it had my smells.
Like the duck turned into a swan
a magic in this story dwells.
I placed it close to let her sense,
and she danced the dance of youth.
A remembrance of a past tense,
now caught in that eternal truth.
She grabbed and drew it near,
positioned her body with care.
I watched and felt wellup a tear,
conscious and also aware.
and all of these mysteries.
breeze through our lives.
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