06/26/2025
“Warm Jacket”
The sun held me up when my knees gave way,
Like a friend who don’t ask why you stayed.
Grass curled ‘round where my cuffs hung low,
Where the wind hums soft and the wild things grow.
No face to wear, no name to call,
Just denim threads and knees that fall.
I stood like a ghost in the heat of the day,
Waitin’ on a memory to find its way.
That kickball rolled through clover and dust,
And laughter faded like old rust.
But the light—Lord, the light stayed sweet,
Like an old coat wrapped ‘round a heart that beats.
Didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to run,
Just stood in the yard, wearin’ the sun.
I was barely there, but it felt like grace—
A warm jacket
in an empty place.
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This photo was not edited. This is straight from camera.
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