Thief
I stole your shirt weeks ago
I don’t know why
I saw it lying on your bed, just so
I put it in a baggie and sealed it up tight
I know how that sounds
I put it in my dresser drawer, out of sight
I stole your shirt weeks ago
It still smells of you
This much I know
I bury my face up to my ears
Your shirt stifles the sobbing
And it swallows my tears
I now know why
I stole your shirt
It helped me say goodbye
Copyright © Michelle Borland | Year Posted 2016
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