By Dan B
Date: 29 May 2000
I Guess Her Sweater Will Have to Do For Now
She sits there alone across the room -
Hair down, legs crossed, back against the fireplace
As if to warm her body with flames that aren't there.
I guess her sweater will have to do for now.
She writes endless lists of names and collected phone-cards hours,
Lips pursed in concentration, eyes following her pen.
If she only new how easy it would be to light a fire,
Maybe she would burn the torn papers and insincere promises
That sits before her in a menacing pile.
Our eyes meet for a moment,
But not nearly long enough for what I needed to say.
How I want to hold her close and feel her warmth,
But I guess her sweater will have to do for now.
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