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 and I think I might be jealous that it got to hold her closer than I did. So even if it doesnt fit quite right, and the sleeves are just a little too short, I will put on that old blue jacket and pretend she is holding me close. I will keep it forever even if if doesn't fit the new body it holds.