there was a moment
when I longed only
to hold your worn
chambray shirt
close to my nose
breathe your
lingering scent
deep into my lungs
memorize you
with hungry eyes
every line of your face
painted delicately against
my closed lids
sculpt your shape
with my hands
on tousled plum sheets
warm from our bodies
tangled
to remember every detail
of you
now that you are gone
inexplicably scratching
an itch for freedom
your next great adventure
I rue the hours
spent carving you
crystal clear
upon the glass
of my memory
I count grains of sand
as they fall
into my hourglass
longing for the arrival of
the forgetting time
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
I was just (really, in the past half hour) thinking of along past lost (even if not quite requited and consummated) love, the one I think of when I read the words, “I was a child and she was a child in a kingdom by the sea”, or hear the song, “Girl From The North Country” (though that applies better to another) and then there is this. Wow!
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synergy is a wonderful thing
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – sensory remembering
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After my husband died I wore his shirt all the time.
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I wore a shirt of my father’s for many years for similar reasons. Like being held in an embrace.
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This is so beautiful.
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Thank you so much Allane
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I love this! So beautiful
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Thank you so much Aixa
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