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that scarf

you tied it around my wrist as if to bind me

i fooled myself, thinking you were being playful

yet it was the time constraint

sticking to the schedule at hand

you asked me to bring it

a pale yellow hue behind a leopard’s coat

one of my favorites

the nicest against my skin

i admit,

i wanted a reason to come back

so i left it behind

but i never saw that scarf

inside your home

against my wrist

or feel its soft texture again

it was quickly gone

just like us, you

that scarf, i miss terribly

every mistake ended when i realized

it’d been gone

since the first time

that’s how long i’d be blind

Linda Adams ~ 2020