White Shirt

I wrapped myself in you tonight
sweet combed cotton
cologned in your scent
symbolic to my touch
This white shirt
at one time there
in the spotlight
just hanging on display
undisturbed on a hook
among all of the others
becomes a tender caress
over warmed naked skin
clothing a deep longing
within my patient soul
And a memory of quiet nights
spring grass underneath our heat
slowly brings to my heart
the sight of your smile
until I recalculate the miles
between our clocks
My casual happiness
in long-lived comfort wanes
and lonliness appears
like the slight wrinkle
covering the tearstain
just above your right sleeve
on the day you had to leave