This
morning I put on my
Orange
pocket tee
It
used to be yours
The
last time you wore it
It
got Painted with us
And
you couldn't wear it
To
work the next day
You
left and one day
I
found the orange pocket tee
Carelessly
thrown
Behind
the bed
I
clutched it to me
It
still smelled like you
I
cried it clean
My
first Pride Day came
I
wondered what to wear
And
in my grief
I
chose the orange pocket tee
Dried
from us, dried from me
It
didn't stink and the stains weren't visible
I'd
never felt so proud of anything
As
the years have passed
I've
washed an worn
My
orange pocket tee
Many
times
Each
time thinking about you
And
how much I miss you
How
much I still love you
This
morning I put on my
Orange
pocket tee
It
used to be yours
My
gut told me to go to the bookstore
And
there you stood browsing
We
spoke, we laughed... gave you my number
I'm
certain you recognized your shirt
7/18/97all
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