it will always haunt me
she lost her shirt
the shirt i always wanted
the shirt i can still see sitting in
the diner
navy blue
“hot mess” in white letters, cracking from the wash

her ******* shirt.

thats all i could think about during the funeral.
her shirt, her hot mess shirt.

he was carrying the coffin
it was extra heavy from the tears.

i raised my head and all i saw was dusty pink, floating through the church.
pink casket, pink flowers, pink blanket laid across her steel bed.
pink like her gaudy pink boots
pink like her cheeks
pink like her favorite drink
pink like her
pink

**** the blue shirt, i want her back.