I'm wearing your t-shirt again. 
It hangs off my body
Flows down past my hips, 
And covers barely enough. 

I'm In your t-shirt again. 
Lying in bed. 
There's lots of room, 
More than enough. 

I'm wearing your t-shirt again .
It's the only thing I've got. 
To help me feel like I'm not alone. 
But it's never enough. 

I'm In your t-shirt again. 
Pondering to myself 
How All of it happened; 
Wishing you were here. 
It's just Way too much. 

I'm wearing your t-shirt again. 
I washed it the other day, 
Put some extra bleach to keep it white. 
Just how you like. 

It doesn't smell like you. 
Not anymore. 
But it brings me solace, 
While I lay on the floor. 
The bed is too empty,
Unlike my head.  

By myself -  
Yet another night. 
The snow is dancing around. 
Like powdered sugar, 
It's soft and bright. 
Glowing in the night. 

Just like this t-shirt 
That you gave me. 
So, I could always have it, 
To remind myself of you. 

Staring in the mirror, 
At the curves of my legs, 
Looking at these threads, 
That cover me, just me - 
As I count the days. 

But it's simply not enough. 
No. 
It isn't. 
It won't be until you can 
Be here with me. 

With how the seasons 
Have passed. 
I wonder. 
If it will ever be enough. 

Until then, 
I will be here. 
Sitting accompanied 
With only Thought and Memory. 
Trying to reason. 
Living. 
The Loneliest of heathens. 
Wearing your t-shirt again,
Until it becomes almost like skin.