Soft Reminders

In a thrift store corner, I found it tucked tight,

a velvet jacket, faded and light.

Running my fingers through memories worn,

remnants of laughter, of passions forlorn.

Each inch a story, a whisper of skin,

a soft touch of love that once had begun.

Stains of the past, the echoes of dreams,

wrapped in this fabric, the silence redeems.

I wear it like armor, a shield from the cold,

this velvet reminder of moments retold.

But fabric can’t hold all that time tries to mend,

this softness a comfort, but never the end.