I wear the sweater from you,
even though it’s already worn out.
The night when you drove your car,
and I sat beside you;
millions of headlights from a distance so far;
collecting their selves and covering your face
The touch of your hand made-
-me forget everything around me.
Your neck in tension;
I still can see.
You turned yourself to something that got your attention
Your laugh unmistakable,
with your freckles;
The sharp shape from your jawline;
so wonderful and define .
Will it ever be easy to find love again?
Will it ever be easy to drink this wine,