Jacket
I stir the air.
Suddenly;
Senses alert.
You.
I smell you,
Like almost stale laundry,
In cool burst of air on my skin.
I close my eyes.
I touch the worn threads,
I feel the red,
Burying my face in it.
Engulf me.
Just one more breath,
You're fading,
Flickering in and out of existence,
Your scent is a memory now.
I cling to you fervently,
I didn't say you could leave!
I open my eyes to scold you.
It's just your jacket.
Copyright © Nic Mit | Year Posted 2009
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