February 21, 2025

I shrug into her old blue jacket.

It fits a little snug.

It was never meant for my body but I make it work, if only to be where she once was. There was a time where her heart beat behind the pocket.

Now it lives in a dark box in the garage. I pull it out once a year, twice if I’m lucky. I know there's nothing special about this old blue jacket, but it used to hold her close an...