I found your cardigan
and held it close
searching for the sensation of your arms.
I gathered up the folds
and held it to my nose
searching for the scent of you.
You’ve been gone too long.
Instead of holding memories
Now
it’s just a sweater
you once wore.
Shawn L. Bird 
Poignancy expressed so simply and clearly.
Thanks, Magarisa.
Yes. A lovely description of the transition. Thanks.
:,(
the nose knows
It does.
The scent was there a year ago… 😦
I once carried my wife’s pink bathrobe around, like a binky.
😥
Oh my God. such a beautiful, sad, poignant image..
Thanks, Eric.
Ha, been there, bought the t-shirt, kept the t-shirt, didn’t wash the t-shirt…..
😦
Hugged the t-shirt and longed…