These Buttons-- Sad
These buttons up and down your chest,
so close to you they felt your breath
all day as you hurried for work;
rounded studs so near me , I ache
holding them now that you are gone.
I never gave the pearly shells
much attention through the long nights,
except to stitch them extra well
to save myself hours if they fell.
I ironed all around them, washed
this shirt for long deadlines unsought
and wept for precious moments lost.
These buttons up and down your chest,
undone while we loved through moonlight;
I rub them now for your funeral…
and find their clasp,miserable.
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7/23/2015
Silent One's Moods Contest
Write Me Sad
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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