Love Poetry

My Shirt, Your Perfume

In that quiet laundry room I gave you my shirt,

It wasn't much,

but, It smelled like me.

You said you loved my smell -even my sweat smelled sweet.

Bittersweet symphony of thought and tribulations.

When you fly home across that sea

To the other side of the world,

Will you, will you think of me?

Or like my scent from that fabric,

Will memories of me flutter and fade at every washing. 

Will I wake up one morning and cry

Because I've washed off the last of your perfume?

Yes, I know so.

Will you throw out my tattered old shirt after rolling with him in the green,

Just one too many times, a bit too much dirt.

The bitterest thoughts are the ones's that hurt.

Will he be where I've been?

Will he love how I loved? 

Will he pray how I prayed to all the gods,

I did, I do pray

- listen heaven,

My love is unprecidented and infallable

Feeling not fleeting.

Please don't let her's with time or other means,

Be fleeting.

Maybe, just maybe,

I'll buy her a ring, make her see.

I'll buy her perfume, sustain my memory.

No, maybe not,

Only her arms can contain me and set me free.

After seconds or minutes or hours or days or months or years

Back home,

When you open that drawr - see that striped T.

Will you, will you think of me?