may or may not be relevant,
but...
I wear your sweater.
Its reanimation
through repurposed wool.
Do you come to life on those days?
When your blue threads hit sunshine
and apple blossoms,
do you remember?
You like birds, I think,
and cornflakes with sugar,
flowers, macaroni...
Its hard to remember.
To me,
you are photographs, journal entries,
other people's fond memories...
and this sweater.
You're tied to me,
woven yarn, dye, family.
This may,
or may not be relevant.
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