Just when I thought I packed all of you away
Tucked safe in the corner of my closet

I found your sweatshirt hanging
Amongst my own

The heavy gray one
You wore when you told me you loved me

It still smells like you
Somehow, everything I own smells like you

I washed my sheets
But the scent of your skin lingers

I’m starting to think
My own skin took on the scent of you