“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.
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‘Lyss (
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Comments3
Pah! I'm jealous..... no body ever slept in my sweater .... tongue in cheek ... (maybe cos i was always there).
It's very true "Things that get you through the night"
Beautiful write well done
Thank you 🙂
Love this 🙂 so visual and heart felt ....bravo!
Thank you so much!
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