Yellow Sweater

My Yellow Sweater

I miss you Yellow Sweater
but I know it’s for the better
this way,
in pink robe hunched over keyboard punching letters
Lunch spilled -
almond butter stuck between F and G
You were a friend,
the friend I saw through ~ me
Oh please, Yellow Sweater
Big Chief
Thief!
stealing dreams away,
making me pay
in trails of yarn in forms
worn too long,
How about Sister and Brother?
Old lover?
I’ll take you one way or the other
Yellow Sweater
Letters ripped away, stuck between F and G
Paying now for the choice I made,
tapping unsung songs,
wrapping loosely into balls of yarn,
My Yellow Sweater
Big Chief and me ~ gone

Squaw ~ aka LDN