I like to think
a girl found it
and wore it for warmth—
not knowing it once held
the scent of someone
who always forgot
what he was trying to forget.

Lost Scarf

Somewhere, on a train between
Zürich and Florence,
my scarf took flight.

Lost Scarf

I like to think
a girl found it
and wore it for warmth—
not knowing it once held
the scent of someone
who always forgot
what he was trying to forget.



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Lost Scarf

Somewhere, on a train between Zürich and Florence, my scarf took flight.

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Lost Scarf

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