White Sweater

A smile fills his eyes.
His chin pokes out
When he laughs.
Something like,
Surprise
Creeps in from
The back.

I knew that it was love,
But not like that.
The neck of his sweater
Rises up
When he shrugs,
And a flash

Of insecurities,
Of everything I've done,
Of the person I have been—
Someone worthy of no one—

Floods my line of sight
Until everything is gone,
And he is sitting higher, now,
Glowing like the sun.

A flawlessly sewn
White sweater,
Not a thread
Out of line,
Perfect and pure and
Worthy of a love
Much greater
Than mine.