The Hat (Poem Three)

The Hat sat snug upon the Head
Like a tired friend.
A black fabric buddy
Who’d seen everybody the Head had
Seen and been on every journey
The head had been.
Recently the hair of the Head
Had thinned.
The Hat was feeling more and more
Of the Head’s skin.
It irked the Hat to rub the Head’s flesh
Like that
But the Head needed the Hat
And the Hat needed the Head
Both thought that they would rather
Be naked
And empty
Than separate.