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By ladyinwaiting Date: 2003 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.23.05.44.32539]] |
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You gave it to me to wear home on that cold night It was so soft inside as soft as silk like your touch on my skin When I got cold at night I could put it on and pretend it was your arms wrapped around me so tight and inhale the fragrance as it lingered with your smell You were always with me when it was at my side I returned it many times only to wear it home once again Then the silence became loud as loud as church bells in the tower on a Sunday morning echoing across the miles calling for all to come gather all except me somewhere I was lost left holding the shirt nothing more than a material item I returned it one last time words unsaid questions unanswered You did not see the tears that stained the shirt they dry up and disappear just like love thats left unattended like a flower wilting petals falling to the floor to be swept away and forgotten You never ask why I left it there maybe it did not matter to you Maybe she wears it now and the softness touches her skin and she is warm at night and she will smell the fragrance but maybe, traces of me will linger there instead |