Love is like an old t-shirt

The best kind is soft and warm and smells like laundry detergent

The lemon kind that your mother buys when her paycheck comes in

The t-shirt's your favorite color and fits you like your hand fits in his

It looks perfect with your older sister's floral skirts or your red checked pedal pushers

You lose the t-shirt and you find it again, you find it when you least expect to

And then it's all you want to wear and your other shirts hang alone and colorless

You wish you could wear it forever 

Love is like an old t-shirt

The worst kind is coarse and cold and smells like cigarettes

The cheap kind that your mother smokes when her paycheck doesn't come in

It looks bland next to anything bright, you wear it with black jeans

You forget about the t-shirt but you stumble upon it again, right before you go to visit your mother

You stay home because now that you've found it, you need to wash it

Bit then you're left alone

And all you have is an old t-shirt