Black Shirt

The black shirt mocks me from the laundry-room floor.

I look at it and remember your arms around me. I remember how you smelled so wonderful. I remember how it felt to taste your tongue on mine. I remember how it felt to caress your roughened cheek and gaze into your bluest eyes. I remember how you looked at me and said you loved me.

I remember it all when I see that black shirt--the black shirt I wore that single lonely night--the black shirt I wore in a dream.