T-Shirt For Your Thoughts

Experiences, Poetry, Psychology
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.