In Her Drawer

The color bleeds… trickles down
through the sinews at the corners of her eyes.
A choking sigh trapped in her throat
as she grasps the smooth fabric.
She buries her face among the folds,
surrounded by the blissful scent
held close to her heart.
Her mouth forms pursed phrases of longing and despair.
She travels far to rest in his arms,
but finds it is but a mere delusion
as she lies entwined in the red cotton.
Her tears leave the imprints of where she had lain.
Her heart heaves a sigh as she refolds the token,
placed neatly back in its hiding place.
It lays ready for her next tear-soaked face.
She closes the drawer and hangs her head.
The scent can never replace the real bliss.
His arms, his eyes, his love open wide.
For a shirt cannot utter those three words.