I found your shirt in my closet.
White with dark red wine stains.
Sitting beside my bed I held it to my face.
Your perfume crawled across my cheek, grabbing onto my nose like it was never leaving.
Why didn't you take it with you?
Why leave a shirt that smells like don't forget me?
Why not stay?
Your records are here.
Don't you need them?
Your records?
Your guitar pick?
Your camera?
They're all still here.
And you said they were important.
You said they mattered.
You SAID you needed these...
It's ****** up but I'm going to keep them,
where you left them.
I cant imagine moving them.
I've never been good at leaving like you are.
Sometimes I wish you would sneak in while I'm gone and take it all.
None of these are mine.
They're a distorted feeling of you.
Sitting on my nightstand.
I found your shirt in my closet.