Her Shirt

Her Shirt poem by Desmond. Poems Unrequited blog.

I wear her shirt to bed
All that I have of her
All that is left of me
Of a great cloth of love,

A worn patch next to my skin
Pressed to my beating heart
I wear in my travels
To dreaming

January 1, 1997

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