Thursday, 18 May 2017
You left your scarf here
You left your scarf here -
the one that’s soft, woollen and blue
will you be back to pick it up?
ah it’s one you didn’t care for
never kept you warm
it smells of you
I’d cherish it more
if you were coming back
but you’re not, are you?
You shouldn’t have left me here.
I’m not competent to deal with it
but you couldn’t help that.
Written after reading William Trevor's Love and Summer