Liliane

A gift from Cupid

Nothing particular to this shirt,
Juste an old piece of fabric
One might say
But to me
it’s a rare and precious item
Since it’s been worn by you
Times and times again
Every time I miss you
I catch a whiff of it,
Like an addict with a drug
Smelling your scent
Imprinted of your sweat
Reminding me of our embraced bodies
Wishing that familiar smell
would stick to my skin

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