Yesterday I opened up the closet where your clothes are stored. It smells like you. How am I supposed to clean it out?
Would it be weird if I went in there and just sat for a little while?
I still have the shirt you were wearing the night you died. I slept with it for several weeks because it smelled like you and then one day I realized it didn’t. It just smelled like a shirt. So, I folded it up and put it in with my shirts knowing that, after a while, it would start to smell like me. I thought I had lost your smell forever.
And now I’ve found it again. It probably won’t last forever but I am glad to know it’s there. You’re still (t)here.
I will clean it out someday, but not today.