only you
i held on to
when the harsh storms
came in with the winter blues
naïve and certain
i weaved warm sweaters
you called them your own
but they aren't yours anymore
rolled in sweer summer with
lemonades and marmalades
winter's long gone
along with you and the snow
wiser and colder
still, i hope in December
as i weave a spare sweater
that you will come over
