button-down (T-shirt)

your shirt’s on the hanger
it still won’t speak to me
let alone look right on me
i tried explaining that getting it to you
wouldn’t be as simple as it believed
and despite the fact that I agreed -
it would look so much better on you
[gently] an old shirt of mine
might not be the gift you wanted -
(even if seeing you in it
is exactly what I did)
it’s still grieving and
won’t have anything
to do with me
so there’s a lonely
dark blue button-down
with a slightly frayed collar
soft cotton body and sleeves
- a humble gown -
on a hanger waiting patiently
for you
should you ever want or need it