Red Mohair
On another lonely afternoon out,
Alone in the shopping centre that
Had pushed out all the old
Independent shops, it was her
Jumper he noticed first, bright red
Mohair, at least two sizes too
Big, disguising whatever shape she
Might have been underneath it, and
A pair of outsized jeans, big
Black boots. He tried not to
Dream about her, how different
She appeared to his life, his normal
Boring solo life, the insides of
Offices, fast food, the can of beer
Every night. He wanted to touch
That wool, just put his arms
Around her, and get a hug back
To heal what was broken about him.
R 24/01/2025 17:28
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