The Blue Shirt
My #15 for National Poetry Month
i hung your shirt on its hook,
a swath of blue on white.
my tears are red in the night
filling the shadows,
writing their stories
on graying walls,
lashes, eagerly spreading their tips
the door swung wide as you left,
leaving only stained shadows
and a field of blue on a white door.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
ps--my show opens Friday--and I am glad. I am running on empty right now.