Handkerchief

Thoughts of you sprinkle

as soft raindops in spring

close my eyes

feel the memories wash over me

This land

Scorched by sorrow

Tender blooms

Struggle to life.

I shiver from the cold

Longing for the hand

Of the friend that led me

Through shadows

Days when we used our handkerchiefs

to cover our mouths in laughter

Happy silence made up the best conversation.

I cast an eye

To a tattered piece of cloth

Missing the scent of happy tears...

I wonder if they were mine or hers.