i practiced remembering

i really miss someone.

i practiced remembering you today.

that teddy bear you gave me,
it’s brown fur so thread-worn and
full of mats
from where’d you’d clutched it
tightly against you
for countless nights before
this one

i hold it against me now.

it doesn’t smell like you anymore,
i pretend that it does and
think of all the ways
that i can remember you
when i have so little of
you left

i miss you.

every day seems like
just more time to wait,
another bus stop before
we arrive home to
each other

tomorrow i will practice again.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A real sense of loss here. I could relate. My mum died earlier this year, I wear her coat. I wrote a poem about it too. I understand the emotion behind this write. Found it touching.

Chris

[cricket]

Thank you so much Chris.
Recently, I had just completely broken down because I found out that my friend I stay with often had accidentally washed the jacket of this person that unfortunately yes, passed away not too long ago. I was so devastated because it still sort of smelled like his cologne/body wash and that was comforting. Later, when I was packing to move I found the teddy bear and just laid down with it, then wrote this.

Cricket 🦗