POETRY
Echoes
Within the Walls

She
Little sparks of loneliness creep inside her mind. Trembling in the shivering cold, she extends her hand to grab the sweater. She couldn’t find, instead touched the leather jacket spread on the wooden chair. Memories covered in leather belongs to him.
He
His bike is outside; he needs to go far from here, To a place of loneliness, where sadness doesn’t spark that often. He opened up the cabinet to get his jacket, only to find the blue sweater of her. Moments wrapped in wool knitting belongs to her.
Only the bittersweet reminiscence echoes within the walls, But not the words, full of love.
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