Tony's gone

Tony's gone

A Poem by Ruby Isabel Sandoval

Your 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
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Ruby Isabel Sandoval
Ruby Isabel Sandoval

Brookfield, IL



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I'm an aspiring poet and librarian. I love writing and painting. more..

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