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Thursday 6 April 2023

Winter Nights - #ThirstyThursday


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

1 comment:

  1. 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.