Letter from my blankie to my newly acquired anklet

Keep her warm, love
It doesn't matter that you are small
or string or only an anklet
She doesn't require from you more than
what you already are

Beneath every thread, love
bury a little sunshine
pack it up for later
She doesn't like to say it aloud these days, but
she's still afraid of the dark

When she was five, back in Bayside
her nightlight cast long shadows
But you, love
can help the constellations eat the dark
can remind her that only a few hours from dusk
the sun comes up again

She's a shell-shocked soldier, love
She won't tell you if she is needing
That's why you should know
when it's dark
when she's shivering
even if you are fraying into nothing
even if you are only an anklet
wind yourself around her pulse
and love her