it's 12:02 AM & i'm laying in
your shirt thinking of you.
it's been days since you wore this & i'm certain it no longer smells like you. still it won't stop me from smothering my face in the cotton as if it could be you.
YOU ARE READING
the art of letting go
Poetryif you love something set it free, if it comes back to you - it's meant to be; other times we're meant to see that we shouldn't be you & me. a collection of poems about he and me. © christine marie 2019.
