This is a found poem from Hanne Steen’s interviews and Carla Richmond’s photos of 20 women who kept an ex-lover’s shirt. The words in the poem are all taken verbatim from the interviews.
At first it was a trophy, a souvenir.
I should probably throw it away.
It’s just a shirt. Part of me
wants to rip it off,
but it’s here for me
when people aren’t,
makes me look stronger
than I am. Just a rag
I turned into a promise
that he’d never leave.
So many what ifs and could have beens
and should have beens and never were.
It’s proof that we did it,
that we went through it,
comforts me between the spaces.
Maybe, for someone,
I won’t be so easily shed.
This poem is in answer to the “Something to save your life” poem prompt from dVerse. Come join the fun!