His Worn Sweater

(hmmmmm) I found it in the cedar chest

Hanging on

a broken wire

Still smells of pipe tobacco smoke

And wood ash

from the fire

I pulled the wool over my head

And let the sleeves

just drape

It wears the shape of all you were

Before

you had to fade

(ahhhh) And it’s a worn-out stitch and a faded thread But it

keeps

away the cold

Like you are holding me again Instead of just

a memory I hold

I sit here in the kitchen light

With coffee

growing cold

Just wrapped up in the only piece

Of you

that I can hold

Just a memory I hold (hmmmmm)