Just when I thought I packed all of you away
Tucked safe in the corner of my closet
I found your sweatshirt hanging
Amongst my own
The heavy gray one
You wore when you told me you loved me
It still smells like you
Somehow, everything I own smells like you
I washed my sheets
But the scent of your skin lingers
I’m starting to think
My own skin took on the scent of you
You continue to pop up just when I thought I got rid of you.