Sunday, December 9, 2012
It Was Still There
Your jacket is hanging in my closet, your scent still in it.
Its left pocket, still warm from the many times we have tucked our hands into it.
The hood, too large for your head of dishevelled, fluffy hair, was still there.
It was still there.
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