The shirt

A Poem by ConnectedWinds

The second I touch it

My heart leaps

My fingers burn

His shirt

I slip it on

Over my bare shoulders

Down my back

Around my waist

It tells my skin

I once brushed over his skin

As I now brush over yours

His presence still there

Hugging me

Letting me

Hold

Him

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Hold the memories... its an individual thing.. well expressed.

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Added on December 28, 2013
Last Updated on February 15, 2014

I prefer a therapeutic approach to poetry – leaving space to allow the reader’s soul to answer more..

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