I found your shirt in the
back of my closet and
it still smells like you.
A fire ignited inside the hollow
spaces of my ribs and I choked
on the black smoke.
My heart skipped more than
a handful of beats when
I saw the fading blue and
felt the soft cotton.
I carefully pulled the
old shirt over my head and
nearly cried out from the pain
that suddenly struck my heart.
The stains on the collar quickly
remind me of the moments when
I would lay in my bed and
mumbling, “I miss you” over and over
as if you could hear me from
a thousand miles away.
The cold side of the bed
seems to taunt me as I
curl around the pillow you would
lay your head upon before you fell asleep.
Trying to forget how your name tasted
on the tip of my tongue is the hardest
request I have ever had to fulfill.
Your constant text messages never
helped me move on, either.
My love for you burned on like a fire,
but I quickly realized you constantly tried
to extinguish it as if you were ashamed of
I should have known better than to fall
for the boy who wouldn’t allow himself to feel.I said I would let you go but your arms felt like home.