Scarf

 Amidst the stacks in the wardrobe 

Was a scarf I had kept away in hope, 

Because it still smelled of you.

You left in haste 

Like a storm in zest, 

Your locks slipped off my hands, 

Almost like a haze.

Yet your smell lingers, 

On the tip of my fingers, 

And on the darkest nights 

Perhaps brings you closer to me. 

Than you ever could be.

~ Suranya