Cotton worn thin,
faded blue like winter sky
I pull it over my shoulders,
sleep in what she left behind
It smells like rain now,
not her anymore
But shape of her is in it still,
the weight she wore
Closest I can come
to holding on Thread-bearing soft
like a song half gone
Moonlight through the window,
cold against my skin
I wrap myself in fabric where her body's been
Closest I can come
to holding on
Thread-bearing soft like a song half gone
Some nights I fold it,
leave it on the chair Some nights I need it,
but she's still there
Cotton-worn thin,
faded blue
The only thing I have of you
