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Feb 2016
I left my favorite band tee
At his house

Unsure of why I brought it
In the first place

It touched his wood floors
Early in the evening

I didn't let one drop
Go to waste

I wore his maroon shirt
To bed that night

Woke to his soft hands
Around my waist

Steam and vapor fogged
The mirror

He smoked his e-cig while
I showered

I watched coffee brew
While he watched me

I left my favorite band tee
On his floor

Coming to a realization
Months afterward

My shampoo sits in
His cupboard

I left my favorite band tee
On his floor
For NM

You've been on my mind lately.

No title yet.

I know I left my shirt at your house.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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