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Smells dusty, feels like
your hug - but I don’t want to
wash it now you’re gone.
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J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
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Comments (6)
Oof. Says a lot with just a few words!
truly a comforter...my oldest son transitioned to Heaven on September 2. I sleep with an unwashed tee shirt of his to hold him close by. His scent and his DNA linger and it helps so much. Your haiku told it beautifully
Objects definitely hold something of our lost loves 🩷 Beautiful sentiment
Ouch. This is so relatable and sad and a wonderful entry. Well done Josh lad
Ah, the comfort of a comforter. It's weird, isn't it, how you feel if you wash something after someone's gone, it's taking away something of them?
Sometimes you can't let it go. I definitely get it. Nicely done!