She liked how it looked Not too flashy, not too plain. It was black with a few designs The colors were starting to fade. It always looked best on him So he had worn it everyday "That sweater looks great on you." That was what she'd always say. And then one icy evening She felt a little cold So he took off his sweater To protect her from the snow. "I'm fine." She lied, As she suppressed a shiver But he just rolled his eyes And put the sweater on her. "It looks great on you too." He said, She glanced towards the mirror. Well, it didn't look quite bad It did things for her figure. She kept it for awhile And smelled it when she missed him It clothed her at some mornings Or some chilly evening. She gave it back, of course For on him it looked better Now, you must be wondering What's so spechial about this sweater? Nothing, actually. But guess what happens next. The boy went to college And the sweater was what he left. He had lived his life He had adventures to explore So he gave her his favorite clothing And she dare not ask for more. She loved it cause it smelled like him It was now the best thing she owned He would come back for her So she waited patiently alone. Years passed, the sweater lost its scent It just lays by her dresser It now smells like detergent The sweater was just a sweater.