Words of Art – Day 20 – Love Ain’t Comin’ Back

Love Ain’t Comin’ Back

The one thing she left
Was his old white XL tee shirt
That she used to sleep in.
He holds it to his nose
And inhales the memory of her.
There is nothing else left,
She took it all.

He holds the tee shirt
To his nose,
Inhales and knows,
Deep in his heart,
That love ain’t comin’ back.

Roy W. Backes
© 2021