The jacket

I was rummaging through our hall closet Looking for my suitcase When I saw your old winter coat had fallen to the floor I quickly picked it up To rehome it to its rightful hanger When I noticed your work jacket hanging idle and still Your name tape peeking back at me My heart pulling at my chest And before I could even stop myself my hands were tugging on its sleeves My fingers feeling the all too familiar texture of that waterproof fabric That touched my skin in our many embraces just months before Before I could stop myself I was pulling it out of the closet Staring at this empty jacket Imagining your body filling it Before I could stop myself I was burying my face in its folds Searching for your scent The tears were instantaneous And before I could stop myself I fell to the floor Clutching this jacket as if it were anything other than a collection of buttons and threads I couldn't stop smelling it and I didn't want to These things are all I have left of you And although it changes nothing I throw the hanger to the floor and slide into the sleeves, Pulling this jacket over me Closing my eyes to imagine for a moment that you aren't even gone at all

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