Hazel Eyed

She wore it for the last time today
His frayed shirt
One he wore nearly every summer day
Until it shrank to her size
Touching its tatters
Nearly every day.
A dozen times or more
She pulled it from the trash
Salvaging it one last time
Searching for a hint of him

Lingering past its time.

Today She cut it slowly into rags
With the dullest scissors
Feeling it tear across her too
Finally done with one more memory

But she set the
sad hazel-eyed buttons
Aside for another time.

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