The fragrance of your own perfume
Is now a layer of skin on mine
I wear your shirt and jiggle to a tune
I act silly to pretend I am fine
I miss the best and worst of you
The little insecurities and your confidence bordering arrogance
I haven't seen you in a year, more than two
All I have is your shirt, the memory of you
A reminder of my betrayal
For love found and love lost and love reminisced upon.