with "Why"

your musk hangs thick on these threads....

these Lines of brown and yellow...
faded...

so faded...

so sad,
my eyes..

I hope you can hear my thoughts,

I feel so far away from you...

though you only live ten minutes away...

a sadness...covers all inside me..
silently burning holes in my heart...

that perhaps when I'm older,
I will try to fill with a white happiness I can only find at three am on the corner of sackville and grafton.....
"Why" has ached inside for years...
not just the yellow and brown sweater,
but all my sweaters...
every one of them.

even though they have long ago faded away into less than dust.....

but I will always remember....
and I will always burn....

with "why"