Cardigans.

And I'll wear cardigans
at the start of August,
catching gold in the
cornfields,
knitting your love
into my veins
(but you're not here).
I'm holding on to a
cold summer,
hiding in the grain and
swimming in the dirt
and begging for a
taste of the lakes
we never rowed to.
I'll continue dancing
to the memory of
you, as threads fray
and the sun sets
into my palm;
I'll bury it next
to your grave,
so you know there's
still warmth within
the ground.

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Written while listening to my new favorite Taylor Swift song, "seven", and also inspired by her new album in general.