creases.
You left your button down shirt in my closet.
creases and all,
folds and all.
I put it on this morning expecting to feel a sudden rush
of what? I don’t know. your smell, perhaps. your touch, of course.
In this shirt, I thought about happy days. No.
The happiest of days.
I thought about your face against mine.
creases and all, folds and all.