Tony's goneA Poem by Ruby Isabel SandovalYour black work shirt That’s torn at the collar and Smattered with paint, with The hem that falls past my cold Thighs, is all I can cling to in the Aching hours after you leave.
My sheet still holds your scent Long after I’ve ruined your shirt With my orange blossom body Wash.
Even though you’re gone I leave The window open. How you like it. My wet hair sticking to the back of My neck, making me Shiver. © 2011 Ruby Isabel Sandoval |
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Added on August 7, 2011 Last Updated on August 7, 2011 AuthorRuby Isabel SandovalBrookfield, ILAboutI'm an aspiring poet and librarian. I love writing and painting. more..Writing
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