Treasure Island

Mary Rowena

Itchy Grey Cardigan

When I look back at it now
I don’t really know how
I came to acquire
Your itchy grey cardigan

Much like you
Its stitches are loose
But the buttons are stuck
And the colour is fading

I remember when it wasn’t my size
And the knotty wool strings went straight past my thighs
It seems so naive now
That I wore it every night to bed

The wool could have been silk for all I cared
I loved your scent sticking to my hair
Oh how I loved my new bed sheets

Why have my senses suddenly swapped?
I can’t smell you
And I can’t feel your soft touch

Oh why, why did I wear you every night?
Until the point that you were hanging tight
The cardigan fits
What does it matter, your scent has gone

I’m in love with the past
Bitterly left with nits picking at my skin
And of course
Your itchy grey cardigan

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (4/28/2014 8:53:00 PM)

    Oh boy! Had a T-shirt like this once! The things that end up meaning so much.....nicely written poem! (Report) Reply

  • John Westlake (4/28/2014 5:25:00 PM)

    Most of us have something from the past belonging to someone else. Some things have more value than others. This cardigan obviously means a lot to you. (Report) Reply

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