Sweater

Alone in the dew-kissed grass,
she watches the sunrise.
She sits wrapped in his woolen sweater as
she imagines
the week before he left.
He had said he would
love her
and never
would leave her.
He said he
had to catch a plane to Halifax
that weekend; he
would write to her
every day.
What he says he will do,
he will do.
She doesn't believe
she will love someone else
for the rest of her life.
The scent of soap from his old sweater
makes her think of
the memory of the boy who left her.

The memory of the boy who left her
makes her think of
the scent of soap from his old sweater.
For the rest of her life,
she will love someone else.
She doesn't believe
he will do
what he says he will do:
every day,
would write to her.
That weekend, he
had to catch a plane to Halifax.
He said he
would leave her
and never
love her.
He had said he would,
the week before he left.
She imagines
she sits wrapped in his woolen sweater as
she watches the sunrise,
alone in the dew-kissed grass.