Green Sweater

I lie here with my thoughts,
with my dreams,
with my nightmares.
I lie here with a warm, green sweater,
and it smells like you.
A stain on the sleeve,
where I wiped my make-up caked eyes.
Mixed with the salty taste of tears
That I spare for you on cold nights.
I wrap myself up, and take a deep longing breath
Pretending that your arms are around me.
Afraid to wash away the very last bit of you that I have left.
The only thing that I have to remind me of better days.
and so,
This is how I spend my nights.
wrapped up in a tear stained green sweater
that carries your scent, my tears, our pain.
Katherine H. Belle
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Carol Gall 10 June 2009
beautiful sad poem tears are good 10
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