Sweater Weather

I loved your oversized sweaters.  They felt like one long hug that kept me warm.  That kept me safe.  That took care of me and protected me.  After you said I could keep it, it seemed to lose its magic.  I don’t feel quite as warm.  I see the holes that let the cold in, I see the threads that unraveled themselves.  I don’t feel safe, or protected.  Now, I just feel trapped, wearing a wool straight jacket.  I outgrew you and your weathered sweater.

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