sitting on a park bench i what i realized
among other things
is that the texture of a product...
comes down to the compassion of the owner
because the silk scarf you gave me once sat so softly upon my neck,
it suited everything i wore
its color was vibrant and lively
it made me warm

but now your gone,
with the wind
with my heart,
and the scarf i came to wear as a daily fashion
sits around my throat
a noose made of barbed wire
a rope of thorns,
a necklace of hot iron
but i still wear your scarf,
it sends venom to my heart but i will adorn it with pride
because i know in crowds my face
is one of thousands
but this scarf..
is yours

and im hoping that one day you will see it
and bring my heart back to me
and place it back in my chest
along with yours

*L.G