The Sweatshirt

The embrace feels like a well worn sweatshirt

The smell, the feel, the security, the softness

How it wraps around my body like a trusted friend

There’s a comfort of falling into something that knows me so well

The love, the connection, the ease.

The sweatshirt was once new, fresh and struggled to keep up.

It knows me better than I know myself

Knows when I need it, when to stay away, and when to come close

The sweatshirt is him, it has always been him.

~ 2001