And more important I was loved.

“ The Sweater “
With cup in hand I embraced
this Autumn morning.
Her cold lips upon my cheeks
gave me chills.
I turned away and sought
the comfort of a sweater.
It was when I pulled it over
my head I remember.
The last time I had worn it,
for it bared a familiar scent.
An uncontrollable smile
found its way to my lips.
It was only then I noticed
as I reached.
Once again for my coffee.
As I saw with the rising steam.
That through it all I had loved.
And more important I was loved.