Save the T-Shirt on the floor

It was as though he had never been there. She blinked at it, and the memories it brought. It responded with his smell, of tobacco and aftershave.

Now in her hand, under the button nose he had kissed. It hung loosely from her fingertips; when all she wanted was to be held tight, it fell limply away from her body.

When her tears rolled off her cheeks to it’s sleeves. It stayed silent. Not daring to offer any kind words.

So much had changed.