Having To Let Go, Again

“In the dream’s outdoor piling at night, I came across my ex’s blue jean jacket with the thick white inner lining.

I recognized it by feel first, rather than sight.

And having forgotten about it simply from lack of prior reexposure to it over time, I grasped it and pulled it to me, marveling at its feel, its neutral yet almost leather smell from motorcycle and auto fumes, and remembered when I wore it proudly.

Then my ex came out looking for something and I handed it to him.

Recognition and his own memories arrived in his gaze, and I hugged him tightly with it in between us.

It symbolized so many things, both personal and as a couple, long before our course had been brutally diverted.

I guess that moving from this last family home is going to bring up and create some sad goodbye memories.”