Old Shirts And Memories Poem by Natasha Dowdy

I found your old sweatshirt.
They grey one, with the hood, the one that was our favorite
That damn spaghetti stain is still on the front
And the hand print from the last time you changed the oil in my car
I didn't think a shirt would make me feel so sad
I put it on
Just to see if it still felt like you
If the too long arms hanging over my hands still felt like yours wrapped around me
I put the hood over my head and pulled the strings tight so my face was hidden
There was still the faintest hint of your cologne and shampoo
And I heard you laughing at me again
Then the tears started to fall