Not quite right

Not quite right.

Once in a while,

I will lay out your

old clothes on my bed 

the way you would have 

worn them, 

with the sleeves

of your sweatshirt

pulled up tight, 

and your socks 

forgetfully mismatched

--not quite right. 

And if I try hard enough 

to believe, 

as I bury my face 

deep into 

your imaginary chest 

and breathe in 

that lingering scent, 

you will be right there 

beside me.