The grey hoodie I have perched
On my chair
The grey hoodie you loved
To wear on your body
The grey hoodie that smelled
And reminded me of you
The grey hoodie was the last thing
Of mine you wore
The grey hoodie that you loved
Because it reminded you
Of home.
And you said that home
Was with me.
But I'm no home without you
No happiness and no love
The grey hoodie that I love
Because it's the last thing
I have of you.
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
