There you are

Sad...because

I thought perhaps there might be more 

beneath the smells of cloth

and lingering scent of detergent, which to start with 

I thought was all, had maybe been plucked

from the cupboard unworn - 

handed to me, kindly wrapped around me

to keep the shivers from my bone.

sad... because

I thought the garment had yet the chance

of feeling the touch of your skin, or opportunity

for the fragrance of you to caress 

the fibres and there remain until such time

for it to tumble and fall, to and fro

in swishing waters and chemicals

that will wash away the aromas of your day.

so with joy I found upon holding the cotton

to graze my face -

when suddenly my senses filled

with the salty, spicy essence of you

and happiness surrounded me.

Because there you were -

your arms wrapped around me

my face buried in your chest,

eyes closed,

gentle smile upon your lips.

You found me.