Salute!

It sits unzipped at the foot of the bed
one sleeve out, giving a collapsed, chenille salute,
a resigned good bye to the tryst.

Folded vestiges of time spent
doing little else, save embracing each other,
and the never enough hours,
wait for the task of adornment once more.

Honoring its symbolism,
relishing the memories,
denying harsh reality,
I decide.

Unpacking can wait.