nose-talgia

 

if you die,

let me keep a

favorite piece of

your worn clothing

to hang in guest closet,

or lay folded in deep drawer

when i’m lonely, i will pull it

out to touch a precious memory

cuddle softly round my neck

bury face in warm texture

dampen with my tears

smell your love

once again.

 

 

33 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ava Hypatia
    Jan 08, 2016 @ 15:05:35

    Lovely, thank you.

    Reply

  2. Linda Kruschke
    Jan 07, 2016 @ 13:48:23

    I still have jackets from my dad that probably have his scent on them, but the shirts that belonged to my mom got washed so I could wear them. I really like the format and progression of this poem. It’s very heartwarming. Peace, Linda

    Reply

I welcome your comments!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: