…And So I Put Your Shirt On
Long days; such long days, such lonely, lonesome long days
Nights stretch on and on, stretch on and on without you near
I long to feel your warm, sweet, warm, sweet grazing fingers
I long that you would hold me, that the long nights disappear
Life goes on, yet I’m so lonely, lying here without you
And so I put your shirt on, and I wear your shirt to bed
I know that you are missing, you are missing our love too
But in your shirt, I feel, I feel your sweet kiss on my head
My empty bed’s so very cold, cold sheets so very empty
I stretch to feel your warm hand, feel your warm hand holding mine
I long to see your beautiful, shining eyes gazing on me
I long to taste your lips’ dolce, lips’ dolce nectar wine
Life goes on, yet I’m so lonely, lying here without you
And so I put your shirt on, and I wear your shirt to bed
I know that you are missing, you are missing our love too
But in your shirt, I feel, I feel your sweet kiss on my head
My heart is ever aching, ever aching for your love
Time passes on without your loving, tender, loving kiss
I long to have you fill me, fill me once again, sevgilim
I long to have you hold me, hold me in love’s magic bliss
Life goes on, yet I’m so lonely, lying here without you
And so I put your shirt on, and I wear your shirt to bed
I know that you are missing, you are missing our love too
But in your shirt, I feel, I feel your sweet kiss on my head
My soul’s paid bitterly, longing to again be with its mate
Months pass relentlessly in despair’s solitary hues
I long to hear you say, hear you say “I love you, aşkim”
I dream that love’s enough, would be enough for you to choose
Life goes on, yet I’m so lonely, lying here without you
And so I put your shirt on, and I wear your shirt to bed
I know that you are missing, you are missing our love too
But in your shirt, I feel, I feel your sweet kiss on my head
… and so I put your shirt on, and I wear your shirt to bed
In your shirt I feel, I feel your sweet kiss on my head
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.