Blue and Orange (My Jacket)

You hold memories, good and bad, light and dark.
You hold opportunities, my future lies with you.
You hold arms, warm flesh dripping with nerves and excitement.
You hold me.

Locked in a dark room, shouts and screams fill my ears.
You are there, bright and strong, protecting me from harsh winter air.
Doors blow open, lights flicker on.
I leave you behind.

Running through curtains, large smiles, legs aching.
Celebrations with bright lights.
Music plays and cheers of joy are made.
You are with me.

Sitting high above, watching others with a glare.
Rushing around a small room, you lay on the floor.
Ladders and railings and the smell of aerosol all around.
You are watching me.

My hands shake and anxiety floods through me.
The assuring touch of another behind me.
I think before being pushed forward into blinding light.
You help me.

You hold memories, good and bad, light and dark.
You hold opportunities, my future lies with you.
You hold arms, warm flesh dripping with nerves and excitement.
You hold me.