Yes, I like this. It's a poem like it's title, XXL, like a TARDIS, bigger on the inside. The more you chew the more flavours reveal themselves.
I like the format, the pleasing selection of random stanzas. I found once I'd sampled them in order, I could pick and mix for further enjoyment. What shall I have next... pleasing metaphor, rhyme or emotional connect and disconnect? I'll settle for the sweater. XXL is just my size. :)
This is such a mournful write, MA, and I couldn't help being entirely swept away on a wave of pure emotion.
Slipping away from someone we love, and not because of lack of love necessarily, is horrid. Sometimes people simply have too many demons in their minds to contend with and that leaves little room for anything positive - least of all anything as pure and angelic as love.
I have to say, the title is brilliant.