Sweater

COLD BREEZE came knocking,
Lingering through my skin.

I felt the weight of a sweater,
being wrapped around my shoulders.

The force of an arms, pulling me close.
A mere presence, radiating warmth.

There I was,
Oblivious to the cold..
Drown with your voice..

Times like these,
When coldness whispers.

I waited for the sweater
that never comes.

 

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