old sweater

teri lyn smith

published

summer 2000

i wear you like an old sweater

arms around me

warmth and comfort

the worn places I overlook

the tears I hold together

threads broken at the seams

we hang on

still able to keep the cold

from seeping through

the color has faded

but I expect nothing more

than the familiar feel

the smell of you

you need not be more than that

I can't expect you to be more

you have always been there

as you are

as you always will be

nothing more

but that's enough for me