The Jacket

 

A jacket.
Brown, beautiful.
his favourite,
hers too.

He wore it
every single day
except the times
when she did

She loved his feeling,
it was always there.
He found her scent
creeping into the jacket.

Then she had gone away,
and only he wore it.
She still loved that jacket,
but she couldn’t wear it.

She probably wouldn’t come back now,
yet he coldn’t ever replace her.
He still wore his favourite jacket,
but his favourite human was gone.