Sherlock,
I broke down today,
Because I found your scarf on the bedroom floor.
The blue one, you know? Threaded with grey?
Not your favourite, perhaps that's why you dropped it.
But it was yours; it has a strand of your hair caught in the fibres.
And now some of my tears too.
John
P.S. It stays around my neck if you want to come and get it. Please do.
Found rain-sodden on Baker Street