Tuesday, June 23, 2009

MY T-SHIRT

It’s such a normal thing
Yet my vision focused there
T’was the T-shirt she wore
Layin’ ‘cross my chair.

She used to pull it on,
Such a normal act.
Then with a yawn and sigh,
Ask me to scratch her back.

Crawling between the sheets
She’d snuggle ‘gainst my chest
Finally getting comfy
For her nightly rest.

But now it just lays there
With no life of its own,
Though the scent of her perfume
Still somehow lingers on.

The silence of this lonely place
Fills me with gloom.
For without her here,
It’s just an empty room!
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