The Last Piece ... that I can't let go of

for the competition My Clothes  
   
 
I keep it      
So I can always remember      
Your arms      
      the safest place to go    
Your hugs      
      none have ever compared    
Your warmth      
      that is still carried in my heart.      
To remember the happy      
      and not the mad.      
To remember you loved me.      
     Loved me.      
     
Even though all the band-aids      
And kisses      
Couldn't make it all better.      
     
I thought they were supposed to.      
     
Every once in a while,      
I journey through the shirt,      
      the past      
And think of my friend    
      my love    
Who was supposed to always be there      
      who left      
And I hug myself with your sleeves      
      your arms    
So I can remember there was warmth.      
     
Since this shirt is all that is left.