sundown musings

no return

"here's your jacket," she handed me the black sweater.

i remember draping it around her shoulders during our first date. we went for a walk after dining. the wind blew hard.

two years later, i watched her turned her back on me. we're done. she already returned my jacket.

but what i was hoping she'd return...is my feelings...it's still here.

s i n | "no return"