Blue Scarf

I'm holding a blue scarf
That you deliberately left years ago in my room
Breathng your left-over scent
I slowly go back to us

As I stumbled on the parched meadow
Entagled in our memories
I saw you from afar standing still
dressed in khaki flared dress and chocolate tassel loafers

'I miss you' I said
And you said nothing
Silence was enough
To fill our lonely hearts

Still with the blue scarf in my left hand
I drapped it on your bare neck
Over the gold chain
We hugged and kissed

There's nothing else but us, me and your shadow in the past



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