quarterback's sweater

an abcb poem of teenage angst

I remember the sound 

of my breaking heart.

Jealousy raged,

tore me apart.

We were a couple,

the high school romance.

We met at the annual

Winterfest dance.

Then one night

I had to work late,

she wasn't happy

to miss our game date.

I arrived at half time,

hoped things would be better.

Then I saw her kiss him,

wearing his sweater.