Poetry

Your Jumper

Your jumper follows me home

I put it in my room

How many streets did you walk with it?

I counted the number of glasses you drank

of coffee

far away places

glimpses of it in your pictures

In your wardrobe

it sleeps silently most of the time

My winter is coming

Your jumper pierces through my sensitivity

illusion of love

I picture myself walking on the streets

drinking coffee

shooting pictures of far away places

in your jumper

Make myself warmer

I put your jumper into sleep

silently in my wardrobe

My winter has come

Your body follows me home

I put it beside my pillow

How many times did you loan it out

generating warmth to another body?

I put your jumper in my wardrobe

silently.

Marjorie Cheung