What should I give you
Before I leave, he asked
Gift me your your shirt
The one you sleep in, she replied
I want the used one
Your sweat in it
I won't wash it
I will keep it,
As it is
The aroma of your chassis
Will be my company
When you are gone
My dewdrops will find your texture
To absorb my anguish
Your shirt will be my only tangible memoir
I will drape it
To feel you
To recapture your presence
You are already etched in my heart
With your shirt
I will feel us
Still breathing together.
©LR
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