The T-Shirt, by Distant Lover Subscribe to rss feed for Distant Lover

He gave me his favorite shirt.
On the inside,I was a little hurt.
The shirt had a funny graphic.
It was a couple of stick figures in a havoc.
I wear the shirt the day after that.
I also wear his favorite all-star hat.

I show it off to all my girls,
Each one said their heart was in a whirl.
I was so happy,I could just sing!
Then,a year later,he gave me a ring.

We were wed for about three years.
But I never thought of my deep fears.
One day,he was called into war for a year.
Something tragic happened,it was my greatest fear.
I got a call saying a tragic event has occurred.
He was given a poison to which can not be cured.

I sit here now,weeping my eyes out.
"I want him back!",I yell and shout.
But there's no use denying,so let's get it out of the way.
My husband is dead,that's all I'm gonna say.

I sit here on the bed,crying on the cloth shirt.
I will always love him,even when I'm hurt.
Posted: 2009-08-29 15:13:37 UTC

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2009-07-20 15:11:16CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART
omg hun im so sorry (if its true), this is amazing tho!! well written and it flows perfectly