When I saw the forgotten shirt
(My God how it hurt)
Lying there slightly crumpled on the floor
As if you'd just removed it minutes before
You've been gone so long
I thought that I'd got strong
How could I have missed it before
Did you leave it behind deliberately as you walked out the door?
Did you somehow contrive to make it fall
Down behind the dressing table and wall
Knowing it I would some day find
And the finding would upset my mind
As I pick it up I can smell even yet
Your aftershave and yes your sweat
Could it possibly be ...