Worn and torn--this sweater, I have, in my hands; Yet, I still keep it, with me; Hugging it, when I get lonesome. Because, it's the only memento; Left with me, of you. You might find it, a creepy outré; For, I haven't the heart, to launder it. I desire to preserve your smell-- That perfume, you loved so much. Clinging, to it, makes me pretend; That you're still, with me, here. #sweater #yqbaba
