Shirtsleeve Tears Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

My cheeks are wet.
My eyes are red.
And I have not
Even been to bed.

These salty drops
Having wet my lips,
Which quiver now
Over our last kiss.

And I must say
It's been a hard job,
To control myself
Between each sob.

My shirtsleeves now
No longer wear my heart.
They are ripped and burnt,
And torn apart!

A teardropp just
Splattered on my shoe.
And I care not now,
For I'm missing you.
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I drew on my experiences as
a Law Enforcement Officer and
people I dealt with for this write.