Sweater

it's getting warm

the crisp autumn breeze already long forgotten

I've broken a sweat in my sweater, why did I wear cotton?

I glance up to you as you hand meets mine

my heart nearly stops, someone call the hotline

 "That sweater looks great, you should wear it more often."

I can already feel my hate for the garment begin to soften

is it the heat or fluster that makes my cheeks turn red?

must be the former- flustering? I wouldn't be caught dead

"Maybe I will, just for you!" mumbled jokingly. but I believe. .

I'll be wearing this sweater through the hundred-and-threes 

Author's Note

pardon the nonsense, and thanks for reading!