Sick

May 26, 2009
Everything in this dank room
Reminds me both of us and you
With each persistent memory
I wish that you would come back soon

I can't bring myself to wash your shirt
The smell of you helps with the hurt
I swear these sheets still keep the heat
So they'll remain covered with dirt

Gifts you've left me are strewn everywhere
Among underwear and strands of your hair
Each time you're gone it’s for too long
Honestly it doesn't seem fair

Evidence of you ever exists
Seemingly just to make me sick
Lovesick, heartsick, homesick, too;
Home is where the heart is,
And mine is with you.





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KDelisle said...
Mar. 20, 2010 at 9:03 am
Fabulous! I read it through several times and each time the words make me physically feel the need you have for their return. Great job!
 
Anonymous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 30, 2009 at 3:30 pm
so good..
 
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