As I open my wardrobe
and reach for that same
old blue shirt, I realize that
you are a lot like it. Although…

New shirts enter through that door
some hang around for years but never
have the pleasure to meet my body and others
only hanging to fill a void, but that old blue shirt
although washed out, a little stiff and not of much
value anymore is the one I find myself reaching
for every day, oh Yes...

You are a lot like my favorite shirt
No matter how much time passes or...
how many others enter through the door
None of them fits me in that specific way
None of them fits me quite as well as you do