Monday, August 20, 2012



You are that scarf I left in my friend's car in London; one thing, sewn together. 

You were something I loved, lost and shouldn't have, left behind without noticing. I knew exactly where I'd put you, but I couldn't be bothered to write and have you sent home.

Have you ever had one of those moments where your future visits you so clearly?

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