My Cardigan Love

She always used to wear  the cardigan,
Specially in October,
The plain, red one, I gave her once .
That's not her favorite though.

Falling leafs from Willow tree ,
Little twists on bedsheet ,
Brown donuts on downtown cafe ,
And the road side book shop ,
Where we found our so-called beautiful life  .

The paper roses ,she used to make ,
I Kept it in a flowervase,
Knowing about the best or the worst consequences.

The little cottage
We used to call 'our empire ',
Still shows some glimpse of
A red cardigan lady and a hopeless person
Who failed to tie their knot.
And some Taylor Swift on couch ,
To remind me,
When we went wrong .
Even if the October comes once in thousands years ,
Hope nothing will change
About this wonderful lady ,
I used to call ---
'My Cardigan Love '.