You’re wearing nothing,
A sweater I’ve owned for ages,
Born a wild itchy thing,
It hated me,
Yet years have taught us both,
Kindness and compassion,
Patience,
And now it soothes,
Your skin.

The music plays in the background,
And I can feel your arms tense around my back,
But I do not reciprocate,
I set you free within my embrace,
So close,
Yet not close enough.