There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet.
Even if I could still fit beneath its soft flowing cover
It’s missing a button.

There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
The one I wore when we first met.
The green suede shoes and cream suit are long gone.

But there’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
The one I wore on our first date.
The jeans no longer fit
And I’m not quite sure what happened to my green leather huaraches.

There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet.
The one you tore from my shoulders
While framed by flickering lights of the valley through a wall of windows
As Caruso filled the air.

There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
And a lone silk button in my sewing kit
That I can’t bring myself to reunite.

Because there’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
And every now and then when my fingers graze over its soft shoulder
I remember.

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