For Softee (Two E’s), Last Seen: 1998
I never liked the ivory wool blanket you came with.
It was itchy. It didn't match your silk.
I used to wear you as a scarf.
Did you know I couldn't fall asleep
The frays came with time, the pilling
came with time,
and there was many a time
that I almost lost you:
In an airport, Denver.
In a hotel, Key West.
In a mattress cover, London.
In a pile of laundry, Greenwich.
Sometimes when I rub my fingers
I can still feel how soft you were.
No flowery words are needed to describe it,
just the sensation of silk between
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