Black bandanna

This isn't how I usually write but hey, medicated states do weird stuff to your brain. I guess this is free verse but i'm not sure. It's about a black bandanna I carry.

Greasy black bandanna in my hand

To wipe away the dirt from my face

It’s been a long time since this rag has been used for something good

It was once used to calm

When it had the scent of someone important on it

Now the scent has faded

Though the memories have not

I don’t know why I keep this bandanna now

Every time I wipe my face I flash back to an ancient time

Back when everything felt alright