Today while cleaning out my closet
I found a small piece of you
A worn out flannel, frayed and tattered
Of both a red and black-ish hue.
For a moment I only held it
My mind emptier than hell.
Then as I stared at the void of my wall
My nose filled with your smell--
Stale cigarettes and spearmint gum
A taste on my tongue forgotten.
My mouth now dry, my lips curled in
My tongue now the taste of cotton.
I miss your touch, I miss your shoulder
I miss the whisper of your voice.
But then the whispers ceased, the blood began
And these days I drown in silent noise.
Today while cleaning out my closet
I found your shirt and pulled it on.
I lit a smoke, refreshed your scent
And faced the fact you are gone.