Still fold your shirts the same old way
Though you left last Saturday
Drawer half-full, color-coded
Patterns where your warmth exploded
Even lint between the seams
Holds the echo of our dreams
Hangers tilt like you just left
In this space you softly slept
Little creases tell me why
Some routines refuse to die
Every fold a line I trace
Just to see your faded face
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Sleeves that once wrapped you so close
Now just whisper what I chose
Even laundry feels like prayer
To the silence you left there
Labels worn but I recall
How you laughed when they would fall
Tried to wash the scent away
But I stopped it yesterday
Colors fade, but not the feel
Of the weight your hands made real
Every cotton touch survives
Threaded through our quiet lives
Tried to pack them once or twice
Folded back, paid that price
Couldn’t box a love that stays
In the softest of old ways
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Drawers become a sacred place
Where I meet your trace by trace
Even though you’re far from sight
I relive you every night
Simple things can hold so tight
When you lose your source of light
Even threads from sleeves now still
Wrap around a heart that will
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Patterns shift, and people go
But these shirts still let me know
That your presence doesn’t fade
In the folds of love we made
Though you left last Saturday
Drawer half-full, color-coded
Patterns where your warmth exploded
Even lint between the seams
Holds the echo of our dreams
Hangers tilt like you just left
In this space you softly slept
Little creases tell me why
Some routines refuse to die
Every fold a line I trace
Just to see your faded face
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Sleeves that once wrapped you so close
Now just whisper what I chose
Even laundry feels like prayer
To the silence you left there
Labels worn but I recall
How you laughed when they would fall
Tried to wash the scent away
But I stopped it yesterday
Colors fade, but not the feel
Of the weight your hands made real
Every cotton touch survives
Threaded through our quiet lives
Tried to pack them once or twice
Folded back, paid that price
Couldn’t box a love that stays
In the softest of old ways
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Drawers become a sacred place
Where I meet your trace by trace
Even though you’re far from sight
I relive you every night
Simple things can hold so tight
When you lose your source of light
Even threads from sleeves now still
Wrap around a heart that will
Still fold the t-shirts line by line
Just to feel that you were mine
Even if they’re never worn
They hold love that won’t be torn
Patterns shift, and people go
But these shirts still let me know
That your presence doesn’t fade
In the folds of love we made