when i first slipped it on,
it was a blend of all your smells:
a heavy coating of cigarette smoke
and a gentle perfume
like the wisps of your hair

i’d wear it to bed
and the soft coziness of
just your shirt and my underwear
was like there was never
a trace of loneliness between us

now, it’s been washed
and i’ll give it back, soon
and i hope that it’ll smell like me, now:
soft and clean like blank parchment
for etching memories on