It comes when you go

Hello, familiar empty place
who comes to visit as you leave
a patch of blanket that slowly
loses the warmth it did receive

I hear the door shut with a bang
And listen to the footsteps fade
Running fingers over you -
My dear little patch, you remain

You are the only comfort
For the fingers that reach across
Your folds of indented cotton
A reminder of what I've lost

I'll awaken in the morning
and you will disappear
Rolled away by careless sleep
Filled by the flat, white, cold I fear