I didn't wash that shirt

I didn't wash that shirt.
Day by day is returns to be
more of an ordinary shirt.
One that has the scent of me.
Instead of your sheets.
For days it kept me.
Lingering.
Oh.
So sweet
are those memories.
Encapsulated in the fabric.
I feel my head fall back.
Just from that sweetness.
Enjoying the beauty
of imagination.
Memories.
It is hard for me to see
you do the same.
Do you?
Would you?
Oh.
So sweet.
Is that image.
Perfect.
Thrilling.
Or would you just rip them out of your bed,
those sheets.
To start a brand new day.
Not to linger.
In anything that is no more?