The scarf that you took off with a graceful flourish, From your warm throat, and covered my head On one beautiful, wintry afternoon long ago; That memory intensifies and weighs me down, Like photographs that develop in the darkroom But are never shown the broad daylight.
My head now stays uncovered with snow; I wear your scarf on my shoulders. Betokening my will to carry The burden of the emptiness, You left behind with your departure.