I liked the way your t-shirt smelt. The fragrance of soap, and a hard days work.
I held this piece of fabric close to me the day we stopped believing.
We don’t share songs or joyful words together.
We are constant stars drifting towards separate galaxies.
Now you stare at me with taunting eyes, and no longer are your arms wrapped around me.
Is this what we have become. Tortured souls.
A reckless heart that has been sewn up with many stitches.
Your bitter words slice through my soul.
We could have soared through the sky with excitement, and quivering hands.
We should have made it.
I used to know how your t-shirt smelt.
Now I do not even remember your face.