One time I had a black cap that smelled like wool and rain and him. He left it here twice, and I returned it twice but the second time I kept it for awhile first. I was thinking of that cap tonight, and how sometimes I would put it on. I wonder if he could tell. He said he liked the way my hair smelled.
Yes, things are just things. But somehow they become more than that when it's night and you can't sleep yet and your room is cold and your bed is so big and empty.