In the closet, I linger, as moments unfurl,
Awaiting the day she might once more unfurl
This jacket, once cherished and closely kept,
To shield her from the cold, where memories are adept.

I'm just a jacket, resigned to my fate,
But her absence brings a heavier weight.
Though the hanger is my home, where I shall reside,
I long for the day she returns to my side.

     — Her Jacket , 10/1/24