Your T-shirt hugs me the same way you used to,
Tight and warm but loose in all the right places,
My tears of my mistake have stained the print,
Just like my mistake stained our future.
I’m sorry.
I never meant to hurt you,
And for this I will always be sorry,
You did nothing but make me happy,
But I threw it away.
The happiness, the picture.
The idea and the hope.
And I’m sorry.