You're like my favorite sweater,
The smells of places it has been,
With my tears caught in it its fabric,
And my life seen in it's seams,
It's seen its share of sunshine,
And it's kept me warm in snow,
It's bright colors now a memory,
Of a time lost long ago,
But like my favorite sweater,
You've been worn out once too much,
And the stitches that protect you,
Start to crumble with my touch,
I've even tried to fix you,
But I've never learned to sew,
And the only thing that's left to do,
Is learn to let you go,
My old ad worn out sweater,
It no longer fits me snug,
It's as loose as your arms were,
The last time we ever hugged,
So promise me just one thing,
As I bid you both farewell,
That you remember me long after,
My favorite sweater's lost my smell.
