Blue Scarf on the Coatrack

Your blue scarf sleeps on the coat rack peg.

Fringe-like rivers where my fingers bit.

I leave it there so the dark knows you,

so I know which way to move.

Some days grief is heavy stone,

some days it's wind that lifts a tone.

Blue scarf on the coat rack, keep the door kind.

Catch my breath when I fall behind.