dream scarf

The Scarf

You are dust, seeding the careless wind

the form of absence is your presence now

yet your living essence lingers, real to sense

in the fibres of your scarf

I touch, caress, and breathe you in,

fold you round me in unfriendly sleep

this sense of you, as ever stubborn, clings

to this last fragment of our earthly things

I miss the flesh and blood of you, but deeper still

I miss the light behind your eyes

your spirit, your mind,

and yes oh yes your loving touch.

Men just can’t do scarves, you used to say

at mine in hopeless, schoolboy disarray

I do now

Filed under: Emotions, Loss, Love