in my closet rests a blanket. it is the last remaining thing i own which comes from my ex. we traded it back and forth, passing it on when the others smell faded. i was the last one to have it, the smell of her perfume hides between the folds. despite it being 5 months, the memories of her linger on. i keep it in my closet as to forget about it. it acts as a placemat for my pants, the smell of jeans coat the top.
today while cleaning i unfolded the blanket, giving it one last smell knowing it will be gone soon.