it’s still in my closet— the t-shirt you gave
i still smell the perfume on its fabric
it calls my name every now and then.
it longs for it to be touched by my coarse skin.
it wants me to wrap my arms around it, on every thread of it.
i can smell it a room away. it’s still there.
that t-shirt?, i long for it.
look, it’s now on me— the t-shirt you gave.