It needs a better title I think.
Visitation
Entering the house
I slip on the enormous, stifling coat.
The familiar weight
settles on my shoulders.
Rough, heavy wool
which has always warmed me,
but was never really my style.
A gift you gave me so young,
I wear now to please you.
Each year it grows more threadbare,
more leaden.
Still I clutch it tight
to tangle
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