The Jacket

It had been two years
and three days
since the last time
I wore your jacket

as I struggled
to pull up the zipper
I realised it wasn't a
refuge to my body
anymore

your smell
was nowhere to be found
or perhaps that's not
what I was looking for
at all

I sought warmth

amidst the coldness
of the torn photograph
of you and me
I found in its shallow pocket

you were just like that photograph

kept in pockets
(that no one liked to explore)
and long forgotten

I sought warmth
the kind that made you feel at home

I sought warmth
that even your jacket
failed to provide

Author's Note

I hope you all are doing good :)

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Things you find in the pockets of old jackets
Bits of string, a tram ticket (where were we going)

But never the smell of the person who wore it
I know people who carried a pair of their wife/ girlfriends knickers
But the scent faded over time

They still clung to their comfort rags though
That's all the were comfort rags No scent; just bit of cloth - rags

[Zoya]

I love the word 'comfort rags'. It's true, the scent fades away. Sometimes, I find it silly how we try to capture or contain a person's essence in an object as ordinary and replaceable as a jacket itself. But I'm sure we've all done it at some point in life or another. Thank you for the read and review, wild rose. I truly appreciate you :)

[Gabby The GAB]

I hope this is not about someone leaving you? Well if that would be the case, It's just sad really. Thinking about the things you've done together, and the warmth you'd both feel when close to each other. Great write, very interesting indead. I hope you're doing good too :))

[Gaurav]

this is a very interesting poem and our desire to get attached to things...how subtle it is to see that we get attached to non-living things because those belonged to ones we loved..

[chrysantheranium]

Warmth is much more than a temperature... Beautifully portrayed here. Sometimes it's not the person we miss, but we miss the times where we *did* miss them, where they meant more to us than just a piece of fabric or an old photograph. Sometimes we miss the memories more than the people linked to them, and the memories once warm soon lose their luster and feel dull and cold to the touch.

Here's to hoping you can find that warmth in new fires and new friends.

Great job!

[Zoya]

Wisely said! I can't thank you enough for these kind and detailed reviews. Means so much :)

[Abhishek Asthana]

Happiness of recalling older gesture comes from the saddest part of the poem...and that's where the reader is bound to have couple of tears come along with a mad smile... Very nicely penned... Young champion... Keep up the good work !!

[Zoya]

You are too kind with your words! I can't thank you enough :)

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant running metaphor for how it can feel when we lose someone & their essence is slipping away . . . can't remember how they look or sound or smell anymore. Once again, I am stunned by the maturity & insight in your work, every time I read your profile: "seventeen & learning"!!! You are so far ahead of most writers who have been writing all their lives! A total pleasure to read you! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Zoya]

You are ever so kind with your words, Margie! Thank you so much :D

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Oh dear some souls are just cold and nothing can warm them except self...interesting words...🌹

[Zoya]

Thank you so much, again, for your kind words. I really appreciate it :))

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I wrote about a jacket once too but love yours better this is marvellous

[Zoya]

Haha thank you, Julie! :)

[Sydney]

I still have a jacket from a person who was very special to me. I really enjoyed this poem because it touched a place in my heart. You are not alone. I relate so much to the warmth you seek. Beautiful writing with an underrated emotion.

[Zoya]

I'm glad you could relate, Sydney. Thank you so much :)

[Davidgeo]

It's a good metaphor for the complications of letting dear things and people go.

[Zoya]

Thank you for your time and review, Dave. Glad you liked it :)

[wordman]

memories of the past,sometimes it brings us warmth like the jacket,sometimes you realize the magic is gone

[Zoya]

Indeed, sometimes the magic disappears. Thank you for the read and review, wordman :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome