you were my favorite sweater
a laugh as soft as heather
a gaze as tough as leather
i'd never worn anything better
something was lost along the way
i'm not sure I could place the day
when you heard things I didn't say
and what we'd sown began to fray
now there are holes inside my head
fissured thoughts I cannot mend
words fall out and I pretend
that you miss me, my dearest friend
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