This Confession| AN ORIGINAL POEM

_{This confession,
I hate to make
Because like a diamond ring
Upon the face of a river cast
It does my heart sink:
How do I tell you that
Of a certain shirt in my wardrobe
Have I for several months now
From the laundry exempted
Because it carries your scent?
How do I tell you that
The tender weight I still feel
Of your lips rubbing
Upon the tip of my tongues?
How do I tell you that
True it was that
To me you said, Goodbye. Perhaps forever,
But by the door
I still see you each night?}