A Poem from Years Ago

I’ve been sick for most of this past week, but I still feel like I need to post something. So I’ve decide to post another of the poems I wrote 28 years ago. This one also exemplifies an trait of BPD, fear of abandonment. My husband used to go on trips for work. I hated him going away for a few days. So here is the poem.I would sleep in his shirt, feeling like his arms were wrapped around me.

Dave,

I have taken

the shirt

which you

last wore,

and that you

wanted to

take

on your trip.

Forgive me,

it smells like you

and keeps you near

while you are gone.

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