Wearing the shirt that used to have your smell
Shoulders down as no strength left– to try again
He does not want to stay with us
…
Fresh lemon juice drops
Right on fingernails’ already hurt sides
Freshly squeezed memory from my tired mind
…
Wearing the shirt you gave me to wear
I can’t keep on pushing– the skin hurts
He simply wants to leave all behind
…
Squeezed lemon drops
Right on the already hurt fingers
Memories from a distant and worn out past
…
Wearing the shirt I keep on pretending you gave to me
Shoulders down as I don’t want to fight
He is only focusing on the next step to take
