I brushed against an old t-shirt,
An accidental meeting of fabric and skin,
And I smelled you.
You have never been in my room
Or wore my clothes,
And yet I smelled you.
Has my love grown so much
That I feel you here always?
Are you thinking of me too
That you now invade my space?
My love, I welcome it, your invasion,
Into my sanctuary.
This once private space now grows,
To hold one more heart, to form one love.
I hold that smell and dream of your face,
Hugging my pillow as I fall asleep,
Cuddling you.