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Feb 2013
Your scent still lingers on its fabric
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have it
Memories form a lump in my throat
My heart starts racing like an eighth note
Makes my insides float
as I reach for a life boat
to pull me to shore, to reality
To let me know your gone
Wish I had something to lean on
But all I have is this sweatshirt
that fits me like a full skirt
but I don’t mind
it helps me rewind
and remember that you died for me
for mom, for dad, and for your country
This sweatshirt helps me cope
it gives me hope
That you are in a better place
somewhere in outer space
It makes me feel close to you
it helps me work through
the loss and sadness
the shame and madness
and I know I’ll see you soon
so have a good afternoon
and I’ll keep your sweatshirt with me
so you can reach me wherever I’ll be
Aleena Warren
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Aleena Warren
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