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I Trembled For You
I Trembled For You
You smelled of cough drops and cigarettes.
The sweater you wore had a small hole in it,
on the upper right side.
A hole about the size of a nickel...
And, I trembled for you.
I can't picture your face from that night,
my eyes dared not meet yours those first hours.
I was too distracted by that hole in your sweater.
Was it a burn from a careless cigarette?
Perhaps the cat?
No--you just wore it so much that it wore out.
I had a favorite sweater like that once.
But, I trembled for you.
I pressed my face against your sweater.
I'm sure your strong arms pulled me in tight.
I noticed your fingers run through my hair?
Still I imagined the yarn of your sweater;
pressed against the side of my face,
leaving a perfect pattern upon my cheek,
completely disregarding that hole.
Of all the memories we made,
I can't help but wonder?
Why the cough drops and cigarettes,
that damn hole in your sweater,
When, I trembled for you?
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