My elbows fit inside your elbows.

Do you remember when we visited you in Utrecht?
It was summer,
but the sky dumped rain for five days.
I was on holiday
and certainly not prepared for the cold.
You lent me your
blue
corduroy
jacket
and later, let me keep it as a gift.

We lived with you in
your Dutch town,
your Dutch flat
with your Dutch cats.

Now I am somewhere else.
It is raining again.
Your
blue
corduroy
jacket
clings to my shoulders.
It still carries the shape of your shoulders

but you are not here.