Farewell green goodness.
Fuzzy inside.
Sturdy outside.
With the little stain above the front pocket.
Too short, but snug all the same.
Found in a dumpster (on campus, behind a sorority).
Free of charge.
Now you are somewhere
in Ikea.
A sad fate for a green sweater.
I liked you. Come back to me
if you get tired of Ikea.
We can go outside more: camping, hiking.
And drink more hot cocoa (you like that, remember?).
And I'll take that stain out of you. Good as new.
Why did you leave me?
I miss you.
--Lu
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