I wore your t-shirt Saturday

while out running errands.

The market, car wash, bank

Your smell mixing with mine

Pungent and sour I was

I’m sure.


I took your t-shirt off when I

got home that afternoon.

Forgot about it ‘til

I brought it to bed but

It smells more like me than

you now.


I’m giving you your t-shirt back,

washed it with my laundry.

I hope you’ll wear it soon,

To smell like me until

it starts to smell like you


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