Her Jacket

January 25, 2018
By Anonymous

Her jacket,
Soft and black with white ties that swayed like leaves,
When she walked by my side.
And like a ghost, her jacket vanished from view.
I spotted that jacket on a clothing rack once,
I heard her laugh at the sight of that jacket,
I saw her beautiful eyes,
I saw her meek smile.
I saw her.
But she wasn’t really there,
She is just a memory,
Only a whisper that reaches me
From miles away,
It’s a whisper of someone I once knew,
And a whisper of someone,
I no longer know.

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