Muffler.

A woolen muffler lies neatly tucked
under a heap of clothes.
Its endearing qualities pull me towards it
in the middle of the night.

Soft fluffy and neatly embroidered,
I hold it close to my chin,
Thinking about the wool and the
Lady who will wrap it around.

Words of comfort.

Words have lost the magic of comfort,
that they once possessed.
Today, they are just disjointed words put together
to form a sentence.

I do realize the futility of all emotions
But still fall prey to it everytime.