to the stars who listen: poetry

7. hoodie

you gave me your favourite red hoodie,
(with the little rip in the elbow from where you once fell)
to protect me from the cold
as though I could ever feel anything but warm inside
while I was with you.
over hot chocolate I silently handed you my heart
as you stroked my skin with your thumb, clasping my hand in yours
your touch gentle as cotton- i had known it would be
smiling down at me, your eyes sparkling with warm golden Christmas lights of kindness -
they illuminate your beautiful soul, and cast their glow onto my dark path.
your soft voice became a soothing reverberation around my shattered-glass self;
healing me in ways I never thought I could be healed.

it was timelessly beautiful, until time stole you from me.
oh god, I really didn't want to take off your hoodie
(with the little rip in the elbow from where you once fell)
I felt as though I was removing your loving arms from around me
and I have never felt so damn cold inside
than I did when you turned away and got back on the train.