Archive | May 2017

Your Shirt – Poetry


Your Shirt


You left a shirt behind

that you had worn once

I press the fabric to my cheek

as if it were resting on your chest

so I can sleep at night

Your scent covers my senses

like a blanket

so that I can’t see the passage of time

I hope the warm fragrance of your soap

and skin

will never wash away

But I know, in time,

it will