He gave me his jacket and it smelled like him and smoke and I knew why but I wore it anyway.
The day he disappeared it was cold outside so I wore his jacket and wiped my nose on the sleeves.
We got the call from the psych ward three days later and I couldn't see him or hold him so I buried my face in his jacket even though it smelled like smoke and I knew why.
I kept it stuffed in the corner between the wall and my bed so on the nights when I missed him too much to sleep I could wrap myself in it even though it didn't smell like him anymore.
When he came back a month later and I saw him in a crowded hallway he looked at me and smiled when he noticed I was wearing his jacket and he hugged me so it smelled like him again.
I still wear his jacket when I can't sleep at night.