By sadness on a swing
Date: 16 September 2000
Warmth No More
the weather had turned colder.She would always wear his dark green jacket when the leaves began to turn.The two events went hand in hand .She continued to wear the jacket even after they had broken up. It made her feel safe, almost ok.It gave her hope.He was no longer around to tell her that everything would be ok. Somehow the jacket spoke for him. How many times had she sat on the ground on a damp,chilly night indulging in one of her once every six months or so pack of cigarettes and worn that jacket? How many times had it clung to her body as she sat in the pouring rain on "their rocks"crying and rocking back and forth- wishing he could feel her thinking about him ?
the lining has since disintegrated and the color has faded. It is no longer attractive and it does not keep her warm yet she cannot part with it.Try as she might she can not throw it out.
Tonight the weather turned colder.
tonight she noticed that a few leaves had already changed colors.
But tonight she did not reach for the green jacket-oh but how she longed to do so.
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