Borrowed Hug

 
The evening cooled down faster than anticipated,  
and I wasn’t prepared.  
On a back deck, what a beautiful night!  
with fresh stars and fresher air;  
I was shivering,  
but none of us wanted to go in.  
 
You offered me the sweater;  
a plain pullover  
that I’d seen you wear often,  
too big, of course –  
I rolled up the cuffs  
and snuggled into a warmth  
way beyond what its cotton offered,  
breathing your subtle essence.  
 
I've seen you wear it since then,  
wondered if you checked it  
for a scent of me that night.  
I can still feel  
its comfortable weight  
holding me  
like you will never do.