Love is an old t-shirt

Your love sticks like an old t-shirt 

to my skin on a rainy day.

Wrapped tight around my torso just  

a little too close for comfort.

–

Clawing to get inside and worse, 

your love sticks. Like an old t-shirt 

I can’t get rid of. Though I try.

Because some days it still sparks joy.

–

Your love exposes my secrets.

And I wonder if you realize

your love sticks like an old t-shirt. 

Unexpectedly cold, clammy.

–

Your love was meant to keep me warm.

But it just leaves me shivering.

And although I wish it wouldn’t,

your love sticks like an old t-shirt.

Lynn Shibata