Elegy in Red Silk by Camryn Cohen

They carry your scent
like they were made to never
forget you. I miss the way

they slipped against my legs,
as I intertwined them with yours. Under

my white, stained duvet was our private sanctuary, where we hid
all night. There was a time

your chest was my pillow; my dreams
were vibrant then.  I haven’t

dreamed like I did since you

left. The day I moved from the couch back
into my bed I filled the left side
with books and clothes, because I feared rolling over in the middle
of the night and you not
being there.

 

 

Camryn Cohen
Camryn Cohen is 20 years old from Maryland. She is studying literature and creative writing at Salisbury University. She enjoys reading, writing, traveling, and watching old movies. Her dream is to one day publish her own poetry book.

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