emma boswell

Shirley - Poem by emma boswell

Shes the one
who goes home to an
empty bed each night,
the smell of his hair
still on the sheets
to scared to wash him away
preserving every last
moment together.
Shes laying, nestled
in their sheets,
his voice is still echoing
through the walls,
she cant bear to lose
his voice to the ground,
so she still hears him
she still wears that smile
she still lays in those sheets.

Comments about Shirley by emma boswell

  • (9/7/2006 2:38:00 AM)

    Wonderfull Poem.

    If I can sense, I am sure It must be happening with him too.

    Lovely. Keep that 'women'
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  • (9/5/2006 10:26:00 AM)

    Hi Emma - I like this - it is sad and beautiful with a nice flow, steve (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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