Your Shirt I still have it. Your shirt. I can feel it. I can smell it. I just wish you were still here. Wearing it. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 9 thoughts on “Your Shirt” Add yours This well and truly the kind of thing I like to read! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Found it!! Thank you for your kind words! 🖤 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Great! Just re-read it – ah, yes – the shirt one! LikeLiked by 1 person *smiles* Think there may have been another one too somewhere but I seem to have lost it in the ether… Ach well, next time… 👍🖤 LikeLiked by 1 person It’s a jacket & the smell of stale tobacco (smirk)…….j/k……there is a comfort in the scent of the one you love. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Oh the smell of stale tobacco is definitely in there! 😁🖤 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply haha…i get to escape tomorrow at noon…body & car willing (of course)!! yippie!! she’s my bestie….she’s my kindred …but more sweet! (haha) LikeLiked by 1 person Aw, sounds great! Hope you enjoy and get some much needed rest and relaxation! 😁 🖤 LikeLiked by 1 person salt air is being begged for by my soul…I will oblige because i’m not fond of the alternative….thank you!! LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.