His Sweatshirt

July 23, 2012
By samantha_rae SILVER, Perkasie, Pennsylvania
samantha_rae SILVER, Perkasie, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”
― Anaïs Nin

I loved you once,
warm sweatshirt
when I was still his.

Worn cotton dyed black,
rivers of gold stitched
into the shape of his name.
wrapped up in you,
security and comfort
surround me.

Drowning in his smell,
the feeling of his touch,
bringing me back to sweet memories,
along with the bitter.

If I had the courage dear sweatshirt,
I would leave you at his doorstep,
with no trace, no note.

To my despair, I cannot.
because through the heart ache
and through the pain,
warm sweatshirt I love you

The author's comments:
In my creative writing class, we were assigned to write an ode to an object... I picked a favorite sweatshirt that I had, former property of an old boyfriend. When I wrote it, I was still in the process of not being able to let go.

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