The scarf

It was the cold I dreaded most
when I was leaving
frozen in the street, the silence
swallowing my steps

I remembered them again
as I put my scarf around my neck

no matter how much I try
I can’t keep warm.

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1 Response to The scarf

  1. I loved the sound of ‘the silence swallowing my steps’-great image and alliteration.

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