Fading

This blanket I lay wrapped in smells like you.
Its scent mingles with that of the intense cold,
stinging my nostrils with chills of realization.

I had once before named your child in my heart.

The future smiled at me through your words
and glimmered in my eyes.
While only the stars flash tonight
I find myself alone with the memories.

Laying, with my back across the frozen dirt
I clutch the blanket tighter
and press my nose into the fabric.
Warming my breath,
calming my heart,
viewing the slivered moon.

I pray for the smell to fade as I inhale deeply.
This is where I’ll stay until my own scent embeds itself once more
and I forget entirely
what reminds me of you.