Your shirt

Present…

I have this shirt of yours in my closet in the floor, sitting in top of my scrap book stuff, I never washed it when you where home a couple months ago..it’s weird but it was hard for me to do the laundry at all honestly, putting away your clothes for the last time for a whole year, made me sick to my stomach, idk just didn’t settle or feel right. This shirt I found on the floor, of course, by the gun save kinda tucked in, I picked it up of course after I put all the clothes in the wash, I sat on the bed and I caught a familiar smell, it was the shirt it was your smell. I sat there and smelled it for a few minutes and kept it in my closet ever sense. Every once in awhile when I’m missing you I smell your shirt, I hope your smell never fades because it’s the only thing that I have that smells just like you right now, and I’ll take it. Better than nothing right?