Flannel

I sleep at night in your worn flannel shirt You my love are ashes similar to dirt A woven web we had of love and deceit Kept hidden dark and deep And still a space within my soul Kept for you effervescently my whole Far away once real and now a dream White picket fence has lost its gleam And when the flannel is worn and rot I hope another love my soul has got Patching holes and fixing frays Memories of your meandering ways A cursed romance from the start Has left me with a broken heart I sleep at night in your worn flannel shirt You my love are ashes similar to dirt

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Daniel Turner

Date: 5/15/2018 9:57:00 AM

Like you, I never understood which part of "forsaking all others" they didn't understand. One flannel shirt is as good as another, when it comes to pajamas:) Sad write dear friend.

Kelli White
Date: 6/12/2018 8:26:00 AM

Thank you Daniel.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/9/2018 9:38:00 AM

This is poignantly and tragically beautiful. A wonderfully written masterpiece, Kelli. Nice!

Kelli White
Date: 5/9/2018 3:13:00 PM

Ty very much Caren