Crying Shirt
It hung in the closet
long after he was gone
the scent of his cologne
lingering there
The cuffs were worn and shabby
Colors faded from the sun
I would pack it with the other things
his watch and silver cuff links
memories from the past
I could not part with
As I started to gently fold it
the tears I had held back
now came pouring down my cheeks
like salty rain
I buried my face in the faded shirt
long after he was gone
and the scent of his cologne
still lingered there
Copyright © Neva Brown | Year Posted 2007
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