The Scarf

She held the fabric in her hand,
the only hope written in the fabric line.
Her friend was like Peter Pan, floating away like sand,
the only thing she could reply with was, “I’m fine.”

It wrapped around her neck, burying half of her face,
She felt lost, trapped in the prison of her mind.
She took her time, her heart beating at a slow and steady pace,
Losing her physical, social and emotional hope, she was nothing but blind.

Roaming around, she could only ask herself.
“Where did you go, my friend?” Though she knew the answer to that.
She felt the world crumble beneath her feet, she was all alone, by herself,
she lay on her bed, feeling the soft pillow against her face as she lay flat.

“How far have you gone?” My hopes are high,
Until the day we meet again, I’ll treasure this until I die.