I found your shirt in a box
on my closet floor. The brown
one with the lace around the
sleeves.
I was surprised to recall
The many times you wore it.
the feel of it when we embraced
and the way it smelled like you. It now
only smells of a box on my closet floor.
I don’t know if I noticed those things then.
it probably just
got mixed up in my basket the last
time we did laundry together.
Nothing to get worked up about really.
