Your Shirt

Found your shirt today. Hidden, neglected in the far recesses of an abandoned drawer. I held it close to me and could smell the lingering traces of you from when it was last worn. It looks so small. I wonder if you think of her. I wonder if you know how deeply she misses you. She struggles daily to keep moving forward and I watch her, and I worry. Not just for her but for both of you. You were not meant to be this far apart. My soul twins. Please know that you are in our hearts each and every day, and in our prayers each and every night. XOXOXXX. Always.