Scarves are people too

He slips onto my neck
Snug
Kissing me softly
Slipping off for air every once in a while
I love his shape
And he smells like memories and a familiar musk
When he touches me
I’m instantly warm
Knowing his protection, his covering
There’s really no alternative
He’s unique and special… though
Maybe a turtleneck and earmuffs would work too