Coming Home


As the light dims and the cold creeps it nears
It slips around me like a blanket
It is known by all for its color and odor
Gives no warmth but comfort
For it is broken in and well worn
It is constant and never far behind the veil
Comforted by its frequency and indifference
It feels like coming home.

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