I've been lounging in the sweater I wear it even when I know I'll be with People that would provide their own sweaters. But nothing can warm me like the sweater. I wear it year round, despite the weather. I once let another's fingers unzip the sweater and the next moment I was across the room. I apologized of course, but those fingers Never did touch me again..
I know why people are tied to objects I know why sweaters are so sentimental The person whose comfort I seek Could not have picked better torture Than the torture of leaving me the sweater. I broke the sweater wearer, But now the sweater will break me.