Nic Mit Poet Free verse

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.

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Christopher Higgins January 7, 2009 at 6:06 AM Lol..I love the last stanza..didn't expect that..wonderfullly done and it read beautifully..Thanks for sharing your work.