Today,
I found that sweater you let me borrow.
It still smelled like you.
And breathing in the stale remnants of your cologne and sweet sweat,
All I could remember was the taste of the shell of your ear, and the way your letters slanted in your notebook, and how you loved rooibos and pancakes.

I still wish you were here sometimes.  

But,
I didn't love you enough,
And you wouldn't tell me what was wrong.
So I guess it was inevitable.

Someday,
I hope you find some fabric memento from me.
If you do, please find some peace in my faded scent.
Let every breath remind you:

*I loved you I loved you I loved you