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I'm going through some boxes, and came across something I wrote, quite some time ago. I never titled it. It's a bit melancholy. Let me know what you think?

"I sit alone, hugging your photograph

Wrapped in the flannel shirt you left behind

The tears on my cheeks reminiscent of

The mist of rain on my face that day

As I looked to the sky

And silently asked "Why?"

That day the clouds wept with me

Why could not fate be more kind?

To erase all those thoughts, those memories

That now forever echo through my mind.

Nature weeps, and as she sheds her tears

My days became nights

Those nights became years.

Till that flannel shirt, worn almost sheer

Feeling only then, close to you

Feeling you near

From all the nights it was slept in

As with memories, like life, worn and thin.

Tenuous are the threads of life

Woven throughout time

Taking from me who I held most dear.

The scent of you, long faded away

I waken in the night to see you

and reach out

With a now-wrinkled, trembling hand

Tender touch, with love, caress your face

Unchanged, you gently reach for me

Beckoning me to stand

With the years age has worn me,

My movements now hesitant and slow

Then I feel your touch again,

And doubt is gone in your warmth and glow.

Darkness departed when you returned

Where in two hearts true love remains

Across the years my soul has yearned

For in this moment, my soul is freed

Of all earthly bonds

As we're reunited, in eternity

A flannel shirt now worn sheer

Is all that remains upon our bed."