Her soft, knit
beanie
is so comfortable.
I’m not sure
what made me
pick it up
from among
the last of
her things
I remember
bringing it to
my face
inhaling the scent
of her pomade
inspecting it
for white hairs
finally putting
it on and
discovering
how surprisingly
right
it felt.
She is gone
but still
keeps me warm.
narinda heng 