Glove
Because I love you, I offer you
this old glove.
Wait. Do not cast it
aside. It has held my hand.
Its soft felt embraced my fingers,
covered my palm.
Its partner is lost.
Take it to remind you, how you and I
could lose each other.
It fits me perfectly.
Keep it under your pillow.
Perhaps it will
reach for you in the night.
Note: WordPress does not like the indentations in this poem, so it’s lost its shape. It was first published in my collection I Sing of Bricks (Salt 2011). I think of it as slightly spooky but others see it differently, which is fine. This poem was read on Poetry Please, so thank you to whoever requested it.
Angela Topping 
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. A bit melancholy, I agree but that’s what makes its beauty.
Isn’t it annoying, how WordPress refuses to accept your own line breaks. We should launch a petition !
The line breaks are ok, except not double spaced, but parts of the poem are meant to be indented. I don’t think much software is tailored to how poetry appears on the page. Thank you for your lovely comment.
You’re welcome. Have a lovely weekend.
So unusual for Valantine Poem Angela I love the way that it has a sense of loss and that loss switches to love.
thank you