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.