Dear Lover,
We
will never recover
the fresh knit sweater
of a new love.
This
cardigan was not stitched
with Granny’s affection.
It
is worn
in all the wrong places.
The center button is missing.
There
is a chill
where warmth
moved out.
Let me tuck you in tonight.
Good
night, love.
Remember you and I are forever
now that I’ve painted a planet for you
and tossed you into my darkening sky
to fade into a faceless star with other lost loves.