Laundry was getting folded
And she said, “I miss my green check jacket”,
holding up a green velvet one she was folding
“I miss my brown fur jacket,”
Echoed the kid.
Both remembering the old jackets they left behind somewhere
"I miss myself", I said to myself,
Lying there,
Looking at the fan going round and round
As aimlessly as I am.
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