I asked you for your t-shirt, the other day..
You said what would I do with it, where would I keep it, when will I wear it??
Honestly, I had not thought about that either.
I just wanted it, something that smelled like you.. And so I had it.
After you left, guess what was still there?? Your t-shirt.
I smelled it all the time, wore it as many times as I could.. Wrapped myself around it like a safety blanket to sleep with.
I lost my home, now that home belongs to someone else but at least I had something, a souvenir of that place which was mine; a souvenir which is mine.
Time passed by and so did my dependence on your t-shirt. It felt like you are around me.
Until one day I saw flies buzzing around it, indicating it stinks. I shooed them away many times but they came back.
So, I realized I need to wash it.
It took everything out of me to put it into the machine because I knew what would happen and as it swirled around with water and detergent, I could feel your smell fading away.
I dried it up in the sunlight which evaporated every last scent of you.. Slowly as the day passed by.
At the end of the day, I took back inside my laundry.. Folded them with some music on
But when my hands touched your t-shirt, I stopped to see of there is anything left.. I hoped maybe there is some of you lurking there..
But I was wrong.. It does not smell like you anymore..
So what did I do with it?
I put it into a hanger safely in my wardrobe.
The t-shirt is still there, it always will be, I love it and look at it every time I’m searching for clothes. I’d wear it too.
I can’t throw it away..
But now it reminds me more of myself, than you.. Because now, it smells like me
Now it belongs to me and only me.