| 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. |
| Teri Lyn Smith |
| Oakley, CA |