Weathered Memories

In my minds capacity lies the remnants of opacity love in its frail physical form. Raining outside chills run up my spine, I try to conform wrapped in your sweater. Weather memories come flooding back into the deepest regions of my heart. Then I was a prisoner harnessed by your smile, led often only by your eyes, moved by your touch. Totally captivated by your being but still, we could not make it through the storm. Even though you hold a special place within my heart. I will smile alone as I weather the storm wrapped in your forgotten sweater.