aftermath | poetry

s w e a t e r

Remember that brown sweater with little ducks on it? I found that yesterday when I was going through few boxes. For a moment, I almost believed that you were still here with me.

And I could feel your smell linger on the insides of it. I wanted to hold onto it as a souvenir of our beautiful memory, bury its warmth on my face, and perhaps wear it to sleep. I was looking for reasons to fall back into my past and think of you. I knew that it was wrong of me to do, since you've moved past "us" and had settled down with a nice girl.

But maybe someday in the distant future...