I took the oversized shirt from your closet without asking permission
I wear your gray tee with some sports team embroidered on it like a kind of armor
Your room will become anything but dust if I am here to walk the midnight hall
Making the floor creak on your behalf
There are a million ways to honor the departed
I find comfort in the orange-stained sweatshirt that I refuse to wash for months
There is a calm in this grief between just you and me
You are here in more ways than one
The silver of an initial that hangs around my neck
The cross bracelet you gifted during the peak of my atheism
The multi-colored pin that reads I love you in sign language
At the end of the remembrance
I discover that there is a piece of you in how I dress
There will always be a piece of you here