Its was a red T-shirt
The kind of T-shirt that hangs on your arms and leaves your shoulders bare for the lustful ones
I wore it
It smelled good
Like bad memories
I smelled it again
Time froze.
Your name
Then your face.
It was the scent of your perfume that I had sprayed on my T-shirt after we had fought
Obsession grows from separation
I inhaled it
Your lips slide to the right when you smile
You brush your tall eyelashes
You wear your black backpack on your back
You steer the steering wheel with your knee
And I looked down and smiled




-LynnAA