Warmth

I hadn’t thought about you in so long.

I thought I was moving on.

But then I got cold

And found myself holding your jacket.

I forgot to give it back.

I haven’t moved on at all.

I just ignore the thoughts.

I broke

I cried

Darkening spots on the black fabric.

I couldn’t stop because all I could hear was,

            “I’ll warm you up, Witchy.”