Our Shirt

The shirt you wear is nice

Compliments are given by passersby’s 

You accept the kind words

But forget where it came from

And you pull her in for a hug

A sincere touch

Where she is touching you 

But touching me all at once 

She is touching my shirt

She wears it as if it were her own

She wears my shirt like it is something she owns

As if she has the right to what once was mine

I guess she does

I think my sweater is now hers to touch

Her shirt to hug

Her shirt to hold

The sweater that used to sit in my room

Now lives in hers