Your sweater still hangs by the door
I wear it when the season turns cold
The wool holds a shape I remember
Something about slaves, how they folded
Everyone else keeps walking forward
I'm standing in the same place
Watching the world rewrite itself
I'm alone with these memories Like
constellations I've mapped in my mind
I trace the pattern over and over While everything changes around me
There's a breeze near the cold from my
fan A small stain we never could wash out
I know the weight of it by heart Now the way it feels like being hurt
Everyone else keeps walking forward I'm standing in the same place
Like constellations I've mapped in my
mind Each thread a point of higher return
So till the fabric bonds in time,
then I'm safe I trace the pattern over and over
I'll forget you ever were
Your sweater still hangs by the door I'm still here,
still wearing it