Monday, February 9, 2015

POEM: "Raiments"


Unrequited clothing sounds silly.
I wish I wore her memory as well

As I still wear the knitted clothes
She once made for me. Comfortable

In the extreme, that fit me perfectly.
Had them for years. Anyway at this rate

They’ll outlast me. The shell cast away,
The cosmic sea, then where will they be?

© 2015 Rob Schackne

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