Overcoat
Alone I was sitting
Wondering where you are
Two years have passed
And you're still there
Where I can't find you
Alone I was sitting
Lost in a memory of you
Wearing a black overcoat
Walking, not towards me,
But towards my heart
Your overcoat was too long
It would've touched the ground
Unless my heart had grasped it
You were never on the ground
You were floating within my soul
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2023
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