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