Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

Your T-Shirt

I hid the t-shirt
That you always wore
The one that smelled like you

Now that you are gone
I have searched everywhere
But cannot find it

I miss the smell of you
Covering me
From head to toe

I miss the way
The softness of your body
Pressed deeply into mine

I miss your gentle hands
Like Lewis and Clark
Exploring all my western lands

Most of all these days
I miss your t-shirt
And wish I could remember
Where the hell it was
I hid it!

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