The Shirt – Days after you think it ended

Because some stories don’t really end. Back and forth! Continue reading →

The Shirt – Day 5

The shirt is out of my sight And so are you It’s been a while And now I hardly recall Has it only just been few days. Now it makes no sense To delay laundry day The past five days Felt like a drag back to reality! The words don’t help Even the coffee is … Continue reading →

The Shirt – Day 4

The shirt lies on the floor Beside my bed I threw it away Because now it smells of Dreams that won’t come true Times that cannot be relived. It’s dying away, the familiar warmth- Where is the vividness of my memories? (I wish I had something more solid To throw away, which would crash better!)

The Shirt – Day 3

My laundry is piling up I refuse to toss that shirt in Even though your smell is Fading away from it. It’s starting to smell of distance And longing and memories And I wish it didn’t. (I don’t want it to be a memory, I wish it was real.)    

The Shirt – Day 2

Today I slept with the same shirt next to me While listening to Indie songs The time is midnight For once I don’t feel too alone I’ve got your warmth, your sillage As I turn around and stretch To leave soft kisses On your neck Like I did that night. (There are hundreds of miles … Continue reading →

The Shirt – Day 1

My shirt from yesterday- It smells like you. I keep sniffing it like a fool. (and now, just like that, I find muse in my dirty laundry)