11 Horatian Ode

Oh scarf! belonging to her
on the 8:08 train that morning
you fell gentle from her shoulder
while winter skies were yawning
Yet you were found amidst the rush
And returned by a man who stood a while
in fact lingered for something like forever
Oh scarf, you had made her softly blush
and the next day they at each other smiled
Was it your plan to bring them together?