Sweater Weather
For a former lover One month ago, you left. Your sweater— burgundy cashmere—lies forgotten, flung over my wingback chair, draped casually like your arm on my shoulder, releasing the smell of apples and pine cones we gathered that week as we walked hand in hand, silent against a sudden slap of early autumn. Walking faster, then running, we knew we edged closer to the inevitable downhill […]
