Flannel

she held in her arms a part of him

the threads of crimson, maroon and indigo

worn with age

she cradled it to her face

soft and pale

stroking it against her cheek

her nostrils inhaling the scent that could only be of him

this making her smile and nuzzle it closer

putting one arm in each

she feels that her is closer

almost giving her a warm

transparent hug

wrapping the extra around her

pulling it close as one would on a blustery day

curling up on her mattress

as fetal does in womb

darkness fills

crickets chirp

and

tears dampen

clutching what he has left to her

she whispers his name

only to drift into the nightmares

that torture her innocent mind