1 November 2012
I'm wearing the sweater you gave to me,
On the day we first made love.
Or tried.
It was quick.
Fleeting.
Hurt.
We collapsed on your bed.
Big bed with plenty space,
Where we would lay in the summertime.
Then I left.
You snuck me out the side door.
I waited for you
Out there in the rain. Smoking a cigarette,
Wearing your sweater.
You came running.
Your hair flying all over.
We walked in the rain,
didn't really know where to go,
But we walked,
Getting wet.
sunday afternoon. • Opuss № I