The shirt you gave me is too big.
I wear it to bed sometimes
it reminds me of your leather coat
and I swear it still smells of hotel soap.
sleeping in it gives me dreams
of cherry blossoms in Boston
and the Baltimore shores in midsummer.
It feels like it's been years,
but I have a reservation for next weekend
and it's your turn to bring the wine.
so comb your hair back
I'll wear those boots with the heels that you like
if you'd be so kind as to meet me on the chessboard.
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