Two years ago
You came up and said
'I might have lost my sweater'
I did not hesitate
To take off mine
For you.

This might not be a poem
But you did lost your sweater

It had your scence for
About a month or two
Did you felt it too?
Or was it just me?

Now the night is cold
Two years have passed
I've lost my sweater
Like you did once

This time, no one
Will neither lend
Nor mend
I should have known
What's lost will remain
And broken must stay

Your pain and sadness,
The fear and regret,
Stucked in the darkness
Of the bags upon your eyes.

Like a sorcerer you keep
The words you wish became
Filling up from the insides
From a sleepless night.

Your eyes won't shut
Not even for the pain
That lurks your head
Vow to never close again.

This agonizing torture
Gives relief beyond the borders
Of one scar to another
Between heartbeats.