The Sweater

By the smell of this sweater, well I hope that you are teased.
I enclose a misspelled letter, of over dramatic grief.
Let’s forget the hearts we’ve broken,
Can we keep your girlfriend out of —
Private matters,
Of Importance,
Such as these.
Do you remember in a past life, as I do?
They, they get married, and forgotten.
But not you.
Let’s pretend our hearts aren’t broken,
Let’s imagine we both got —
Just,
What we wanted.
When we were just,
Passing through.
Just,
What we wanted,
When we were,
Just passing through.