I left my sweater on the 

coat rack in the hall 

of her parent's house 

the last time I saw her,

so many years ago. 

The sweater was too nice 

to throw away—hand knitted 

Irish wool, a natural grey, 

heavy and loose. 

As our friendship ended 

amicably I can envision her 

wearing the sweater today, 

if not for the memories,

certainly for the warmth.