t-shirts

26.

our history

is folded up neatly

in the back of my cupboard

so i never have to face it;

sit in a sad corner of dead memories.

the shirts,

they no longer smell of you -

rather dust

and endings.

i haven't worn them

in a while,

and never will

again.

your ghost lives on them.

i do not

long to join

and dwell with them.

i have

my own

t-shirts.

💔