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T-Shirt
Wonder do people die of love? And if “yes” do they go to hell where the devils look like you? I wish I could die this very moment. Now!
Just to meet you; to hear your voice whisper my punishment in my ear.
In fact my life is a hell without you…as it was when we were together.
And since I’ve died of love, then to hell, my love, as long as you will be there too.
I wear your t-shirt. The one you left behind when you gathered your cloths because it was unwashed. And when it was cleaned you weren’t here anymore.
It’s left behind, with so other, older t-shirts that keep me company at night, they wrap and warm up my body.
It was difficult for me to explain to the girl who ironed them that they were mine, although bigger size and she shouldn’t put them away in your drawer.
These t-shirts are my property.
Each of them is sewed together with a piece of my soul.
They the “lessons” I have paid for the life I have lived up to now.
When we used to sleep, you were my clot. I needed wear nothing else.
Now, I wear the t-shirts, I wrap myself in my comforter and sleep in my bed diagonally.
Manolis Aligizakis 