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.
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