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Flannel Shirt

By tcycali, New Canaan, CT

Where are you
Why did you leave me
I hear your sweet voice
wherever I go
your soft humming
like the whispers of the wind
your smile
like the rays of sunset
shooting through the treetops
The stories you used to tell
how they painted images in my head
The smell of smoke and cinnamon on
your red flannel shirt
your sweet raspy voice
as you read stories to me by the fire
The way your stomach rumbled
whenever you laughed
how your sweet laughter filled my heart
how it haunts my soul
with me longing to see you
to hear your voice
or smell that old flannel shirt
what I would give to sit on your
lap by the fire

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