The Scarf

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This scarf

I wear around

My neck

Is no ordinary one

It is my treasure

My most precious

I have ever won

It is not made of

Silk or bows

It Carry's many woes

I shall keep it

As long as it last

Even when Shattered, torn

I shall never cast

You left your scent

On its design

For me to hold call it mine

I smell it everyday

Reminder of that day 

You passed away

When I miss you most

I kiss it to heal

My inner host

It was the last we shared

Letting you

Know how much I cared

My tears of sorrow

Land onto this scarf

Some may laugh

When they see it 

around my neck

Shredded and torn

Not fit to be worn

There it shall stay 

Until the day comes

I too shall

pass away

©

The Poetry Tree