“Losing all Your Sweaters”
Come back to the fields
we forgot to play
and all our lonely day’s do harbor
the frying pan’s done
got slung with dinner
and all our promises, made forever
he’d quit communicating
some weeks prior
left his apron at the parlor
all pony horse shame
hung up with his starch
his forget-me-nots and bad attitude
though sometimes
new notes from him do surface
strange out of a wooden comedian
a stage dummy, paid to laugh
to let the good times roll,
but he never even knew a breath from us
there’s starry skies
new toboggans
a bedtime story to tell a friend
even this wounded news was clipped
but we’re waiting in the field for you
all of us lonely ones
at least we’re friends
worth forgetting about
new people in old mirrors
even half a chance to cut and run
steal you from your own memories
we were here once
to always, high above your dresser,
a laughter, pirouette and kiss,
to dance with those
who hold our names.
nicholauspatnaude 
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