“I’m keeping your sweater!”
you smiled and said okay.
If only you knew how much it helped.
I slept in your sweater for the first time since you left
I needed you there
I would have begged for you to hold me
but instead I put on your sweater
and clutched it until my knuckles turned white
you told me you never felt like you helped
I wish you knew how you helped me, even when you aren’t here.