stupid hearts

Three days later

I put on the jacket

the same one that I had worn

that last night

walking together

in the cool night air

I had placed it over her shoulders

to keep her warm

it still smelled like her hair

I fished into the pockets

looking for my keys

I felt a small scrap of paper

in amongst the loose change

and written there in

a familiar hand were the words:

“I love you stupid boy.”

-spiritwolf