Dear blanket The last time I held you was the third grade. You were soft in my arms, the not yet faded lilac hang around my face like a willow tree I loved you, I wore you out You were all i needed. Then i forgot about you because all that comes from a long relationship is wearing off and pain through the battlefield. I forgot that I loved to hold you when I needed support from an inanimate object who's inanimate imaginary endeavors were far greater than the ones I held in life. You, you are what gives us life. The small things are what makes us who we are and if we forget and give it up we leave it be. We are missing. And so, you are all I need I love you and I wore you out No longer soft but still comforting shreds of cotton hang by my face And alas I hold you tonight