Spring Cleaning

I can’t donate it. 
I’ve tried.
It’s not even a good color. 
But it looked
So good on you.
It still smells like you.
Why can’t I just throw it away?
Is it nostalgia?
It was, after all, on your body.
Your body. 
Which thrilled me to no end. 
Which held me with such
Permanence. 
Thrilled. 
Held. 
Looked. 
Was. 
Past tense. 
Memories. 
Memories. 
Recollection of events that have passed. 
Passed.
No more. 
Not current. 
I hate this shirt. 
I think about wearing it from time to time, you know. 
But I never have. 
It’s not even a good color.