A torn jacket belongs to someone else
Smells like old spice and sweat
Giving me all the warmth needed to survive this lonely, cold night
While I dream of the dream.
An overused t-shirt,
So big, it could fit both of us…scent of tears and ocean
Hugged me in those nights
You were too busy to look at the starts
A second-hand copy of my favorite book
With blemish yellow pages and taste of old monk
Provided me with the comfort, I was looking in you
While I sleep, in the lap of clouds
This is such a beautifully written and evocative piece! Your words paint a vivid picture of cherished memories and emotions tied to these seemingly ordinary objects.
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