Tonight I am going to wrap myself inside your blanket.
The one with the pale green squares
And the flower patches.
Your smell is gone.
And I don’t know if this was your favorite one.
But I remember it at the edge of your bed
Draped over your soft,
Cool feet.
It has been too long since I have felt your arms
Wrapped around me,
Felt your warm, pink cheek against mine.
I have this blanket left
To seek comfort from.
To hold it against me.
I want to close my eyes
Feel your breath,
Smell your skin cream against my face.
Feel you mouth the words,
Sempre vicino.
J. Hamilton