Missing Someone Who Is Not There

I have been reading and watching TV
while you are out with your friends.
When I got home tonight I took a shower and
put on the shirt that you left on the bed.
The shirt that you discovered in my shelves
and claimed yours.
The one you wear to get into bed
and wear around my apartment.
I am sitting here
and I can smell you on my shirt.
The stale perfume
mixed with the scent of your body.
It has been flirting with me all night.
I miss you and am reminded of you.