I found our old quilt again, today
It’s lost its color and grace
The lace has worn down to a bitter yellow
Over the past few decades.
I traced our old quilt again, today
The passing time has softened
The sharp edges of bitterness
That comforts your absence.
I hugged our old quilt again, today
Ten years later,
And it still smells like your shirts
Faintly; a shadow of your arm around me
Swift and sleek, against the night.
I found our old quilt again, today
embroidered with
Too many memories
To keep me warm anymore.
So I set our quilt on fire
Then sat and watched it burn.
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