Hoodies

I miss their hoodies. I used to wear them all the time.

Girl ones and boy ones; Usually grey.

I treated their shirts as if “what’s yours is mine”

I’d wear them around the house because I loved their smell.

When they got too old for snuggles the sleeves of their shirts felt like a hug.

I still wear the boys clothes sometimes. Only the scent of them has faded with time.

I don’t wear her clothes often; she usually takes mine.

It seems silly to me to think that missing something so small feels so big.

I miss their hoodies. I miss them all the time.

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